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a warm fire crackled in the inglenook
my mind wandered to a fantasy book
pages filled with dreams unfulfilled
ghosts of yesterday, the air chilled
pages written under the stars & moon
all that remains is a sorrowful tune
dreams now burnt to ash
linking with dVerse
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating the word Inglenook
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A lovely image and a lovely poem .... sigh.
ReplyDeleteThanks Helen
DeleteAh such is fantasy, it can go either way dreams burnt to embers or flight on wings of fancy
ReplyDeleteHappy Monday
Much 💗love
That is true the story could go either way.
DeleteSo poignant, the dreams burnt to ash. But from the ashes, new dreams can arise.
ReplyDeleteWell, let's hope next year will bring new dreams.
DeleteSuch a wonderful place for reading and inspiration, even if it can all go up in smoke at the end!
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess every beginning has an end.
DeleteThere is such a sadness to your poem but hope must prevail.
ReplyDeleteHope is always burning in the hearth.
DeleteA lot of dreams burnt to ash this year, I think.
ReplyDeleteThat is true, so sad.
DeleteI need books like that as well... to sit and hear the fire crackle.
ReplyDeleteHmm, I wonder what is your favorite book Bjorn?
DeleteSometimes heat cannot warm the chill. I feel sorrow for this person.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, it is hard to shake off a chill. Thanks for visiting.
DeleteThere is a slight hint of sorrow in this one, but then again this year hasn't been kind to us 💝
ReplyDeleteSorrow seems to be lingering everywhere.
DeleteHey Truedessa,
ReplyDeleteI know, where have I been? A long story and a story I'm still battling.
Enough about me. A somewhat melancholy poem and yet, there be hope in the glowing embers. Thank you for this. Hope all is well with your good self. 😀😀
Gary
Gary imagine my shock to see you appear, my eyes had to clear.
DeleteSo wonderful to see you my friend. I will send you an email.
Gary, Gary, never scary, always... flary!
DeleteHello True.
How are you?