This poem was published in Takahē 69, 2010
the cold fireplace
saw her play it coy
she threw her
boots in and
tried to blind it
he sprinkled them
with soot
and lit a match
a fist of flames
pushed out
years of
silk shawls
lace undies and
fans stuffed up
the chimney
the roar
a throat open
with confession
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Nice finish. I can see why it was snatched right up!
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