Sunday, 31 December 2017

Refiner's Fire

At this tail end of the year
there is debris to shed.
Like the evening's dying embers,
time falls silently, 
flaking into the grate
cradling the year's final hours.

Moments of reverie
open into a quiet letting go 
of undone, unfinished,
un-embraced tasks,
letters not written,
friends not seen.

Transfiguring flames 
lick round regrets,
refining their contours
until nothing remains
save the empty place,
for the new year's fire. 

©Janet Henderson 31st December 2017 

Friday, 15 September 2017

Blog Sabbatical

Thank you to all who have read my poetry blog over the past couple of years. It is currently having a rest but will be back in the New Year. Your comments and interaction have helped in shaping and revising some of the poems that have appeared here. Meanwhile, I'm looking forward to a week of intensive writing at Lumb Bank, Ted Hughes' former home in West Yorkshire.

Lumb Bank © The Old Bat