Long Inglenook Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and rough;
Upon which stands...
Crumbled stone walls
With an exposed slate roof in
Some...

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One Step from the Fire

Martha lounges in her rocking chair book in knotted hand in her studio

On the wall a poster of Chipperfield Circus whom she had wanted to join

Just above a small marble statue...

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With that invisibilty of age
I can fly my life like a kite !
Uninvited and unseen,
albescent, grey, you know what I mean,
( not the first flush of youth or strong,
the young forget that we were young,...

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In the heart of the humble countryside,
Where nature's beauty does coincide,
There lies an inglenook, a cherished place,
Where love and warmth forever embrace.

The inglenook stands, a beacon of light,
Guiding souls through love's endless delight.
Soaring for the...

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I don't know what exactly attracted me to it
I don't know why or how it resonated within me

Something old and characterful, perhaps it saw an equal in me?

The lane is old and windy, the traction...

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Forgive my fatigued fingers as they get lost in the calligraphy of your curvature,
Outlining a hypnotic silhouette so provocative that my sinful glances feel forbidden;
Remind me with a kiss from your frisson-infused lips that my...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There...

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Often, I get lost in my thoughts,
   in my inglenook by my hearth-
      I unwind knots;
all need these quiet spots,
        ...

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and then dew drops’ magic enveloped me in mist of fine doubt

gave me an idea of what it meant not to have the foggiest haze

of why and how I had been feeling so miserably blindfolded...

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Windhoek, 2000

Nabucodonosor! thou shouldst be living at this epoch:
Namibia hath desire of thee: she is a quagmire
Of quiet rainwaters: slab, blade, and cage,
Inglenook, the courageous fortune of manor and retreat,
Have sacrificed their primeval culture talent.

But...

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Inglenook 

She, the face in the embers, 
The remnants of a raging fire,
Smoulders like a cigarette
Between lips of lustful desire. 

Where men stoke in gay abandon, 
Pokers hot as blacksmiths arms, 
To fade and die...

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In my home amidst the bucolic pine trees
My time spent at home is so fugacious.
Autumn has come to my halcyon garden.
Ephemeral summer has said her good-byes.
Migrating birds from Alaska, harbingers of fall,
Consume the vestigial of...

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Oh, my Inglenook my Inglenook
a whole life time spent within thee,
my name is Ember 
I create patterns 
of dancing shadows
a need to be stoked constantly. 
I can be an inhospitable harrowing flame
for those that dare...

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The joy of the peace that comes.
From being away from the humdrum.
A cottage so many miles away.
Creates tranquility for the time you stay.

The winds can blow and they can howl. These thick walls wrap around...

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I entered a village in Algonquin park
as dusk approached the tattered edges of dark.
And fell in love with the bucolic setting
all except for the mosquito’s blood letting.

The pine smell was redolent riding each breeze
carrying halcyon...

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Mr. Fireman please
furnish my stove with some fuel
two logs on the trigger is sufficient start the fire
gentle strokes on the hearth side will stir and build more heat
yeah like that
gentle and slow...
feed the furnace with...

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