Stef (firecat) wrote,
Stef
firecat

day 8 poem 6

xposted to 100poems and poets_challenge


Atropos
"It is astonishing," said the biographer,
as the books burned, the paper
curled in on itself and crackled,
the red flame thrust aside 
the blackness of a February night. 
Chopped up furniture next fed
the bonfire - then the photographs, which stank.
"Detritus of a life
now finished." She shut her notebook,
walked away, stowing a pen in her coat
pocket. She walked, her shadow stretched long
by the street lamp.

04/13/05

Word list: furniture, biographer, blackness, astonishing (adj), burn
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