Cold Fire

The fire is out

The ashes cold

It's been too long, since

Fire burned

Bright, and

Hot,

and consuming.

I do remember when

We ran through the waves

Chased the tide

Built the castles,

and

Watched then drown.

Now I'm cold

And tired

Can't remember the fire

or the waves

or the fairy-tale castles

Of a young girl's dreams

I stare

At the ashes

Of a very cold fire

And mourn.

We've lost

Who I thought

We would be.

I'm trying my first magpie tale.  Each week we get a picture to inspire a story or poem.  There are some amazing poets and writers in this group.  Check it out!