The fire is a thorough & voracious reader.
Page by page my old manuscript turns gray & brittle
& when the mist thickens into rain,
the smoking pile emits a long thin sigh.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
The fire is a thorough & voracious reader.
Page by page my old manuscript turns gray & brittle
& when the mist thickens into rain,
the smoking pile emits a long thin sigh.
“The fire is a thorough & voracious reader.”
Love that. It could be the epigraph of “I, Reader”.
You’d be welcome to it.
I hate to see a book burning. Brings up shuddering shades of Savonarola or Fahrenheit 451. Even an old manuscript is a record of what you were doing and thought at the time. But then, I’m a hopeless pack rat of the past sooo hope it was a lovely light.
Or the Nazis… But it’s definitely a good line.