Stone Ashen Hearth

16 Nov

Follow the milk drops along the cold concrete path

To the frozen stone ashen hearth

Where flames do not kindle nor fires burn.

Where smiles hide and emotions churn.

Trapped behind steelie wire and guarded gate

Is the mental torment of pride and hate.

Clambering to be let in, dying to be released,

All memorised by the tail of the gleaming beast.

Craig (08/06/2011)

Craig Buller

Summer is at an end