In Metaphoric Embers

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Throw another poem on the fire, Uncle Bob.

Burn a Dante epic;

do a proper job!

Let it smoulder ’til we’re older

than Methuselah or God.

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Throw the works of Homer on the pyre, Uncle Bob

and everything by old romantic liars

or Welshmen fuelled by whiskey

who were flammable and risky

and full of rage I’ll wager, Uncle Bob.

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Draw them from the ashes with a wish, Uncle Bob;

remember in the embers there’s a song

about ritualistic burning

and the learning and the yearning

of those who came and went,

or lie in wait to come along…

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Copyright: Lorraine Voss