Spark

what about the flicker
of the unconsummated spark,
the conflagration stillborn in its womb,
fire that never touched the dark,
its coiled tongue aching
for bitter ash,

what about the night
waiting for that light,
cold embers
burning ever so slowly,

what about love?

Quadrille: a 44 word poem
Linked to the Dverse Poets (Prompt: Spark)
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33 thoughts on “Spark

  1. “what about the night
    waiting for that light,
    cold embers
    burning ever so slowly,

    what about love?”

    ~Oh m.. so vivid, so sensual. I love the question in the end. ❤

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