Deadfall
Clouds capture the moon.
The shifting branch cracks,
as if shedding thought.
I add words to the kindling, a few notes.
The tune flares against the wall.
Though I hum, no one hears.
Night muffles our song.
Abandoned, the flame reaches out.
“Deadfall” first appeared at Red Eft Review in June 2018. Thanks to editor Corey D. Cook for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
You had me revisiting the fire within me.
“Abandoned, the flame reaches out” .
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Thanks, Ivor. Those inner flames!
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Love this: “The shifting branch cracks, / as if shedding thought.” … and the implication that that thought fell amidst others all going up in flames …
Thinking of our NY Eve campfire … unable to recall exactly the thoughts transitioned there …
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I’ve probably spent way too much time staring into fires…
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Beautifully penned
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I’m so pleased you find it so.
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I love it
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Thank you very much.
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