Sitting by the fire surveying the room and learning from its spirit.


The fire
Is muted but
Softly throws
Warmth from
A hearth of aged
Brick that centres
The room and
Acts as it’s heart

Shadows move
In subtle ways
On buttered pine
Floors and maple
Walls roughed and
Sanded through
A century’s use

Their patina
Tactile gold
Their creaks
To working

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-02-26 at 13:53

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So wonderful. Such places have true character. I learned a new word "patina" :)

Oh, beautiful poem, Joseph!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a cozy place. Nicely written.