Hello Friends, Poets, and lovers of poetry,
After months of owning this website, I’ve decided it‘s time to start doing something with it.
I plan to post semi-regularly one of my favorite poems in the hopes that you’ll like it too and enjoy it like I do.
So here goes nothin’ as they say. Let me know if you like this one, Stay safe and stay healthy, and if I can do this regularly enough to remember how to get into the management section of this website, a weekly post may become a new year’s resolution,
Happy poeming,
Ed
A Coal Fire in Winter by Thomas McGrath
Something old and tyrannical burning there,
(Not like a wood fire which is only
The end of summer, or a life)
But something of darkness, heat
From the time before there was fire
And I have come here
To warn that blackness into forms of light,
To set free a captive prince
From the sunken kingdom of the father coal.
A warming company of the cold-blooded-
These carbon serpents of bituminous gardens,
These inflammable tunnels of dead song from the black pit,
This sparkling end of the great beasts, these blazing
Stone flowers diamond fire incandescent fruit.
And out of all that death, now,
At midnight, my love and I are riding
Down the old high roads of inexhaustible light.