Half my self in the warmth of the
fire; half to the chatter and
the bustle and the bar.
Half a pint of stout,
half an hour after eight.
There is ash be-
neath the wood con-
sumed by flame.
There’s an orange glow
about the ash, and only
flickers still of flame.
A lingering warmth
Let go.
and someone’s come to place
three logs upon the fire.
But there’s nothing that will stop it going out.
Flickers (Let)
linger (go.)
of flame.
Let flickers (of flame)
linger – don’t let go.
Image credit – Inn On The Green
william altoft 