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This poem was winner of PoetrySoup's International Poetry Contest after I first arrived to Soup in 2010. Thanks to this poem, I won my lifetime membership here. A producer in England contacted me after he read it and wanted to showcase this poem, along with 19 other poems of mine, in an artistic movie called Six Days of Sistine. This seems like a good place for me to show a link to his movie. It is available either for sale or for online streaming with Amazon Prime.
An ember sparked will softly glow,
and fed by fuel, will grow and grow.
I once was cinder, sparked by you,
first timid. . . till the flames then grew.
And so our start was touch of dawn,
with amber hue, for I was drawn
to eyes so welcoming and warm
I never guessed you’d do me harm.
Like morning glory, love in June
the rapture of mid-afternoon,
romance of which the ancients wrote,
our passion had no antidote.
And with the dusk, though scarlet tinged,
our love began to come unhinged,
for clouds arrived, which filled your eyes,
extinguishing bright twilight skies.
With cold of night came shadows’ pall,
and I could not tear down your wall.
By midnight’s hour, the fire was dead.
Mere ashes smoldered in its stead.
You left, and should you reappear,
I’ve vowed to shun you. Now I fear
the very thing for which I yearn -
one touch. . . and then again - to burn.
Original date of posting: 2/6/2010(though written earlier than that)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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