
(Photo: Stéphane Juban on Unsplash)
When the cold gripped hard
And pulled life from the sinews
Of the earth,
And when the wind screamed wild
Among the emptied branches
Overhead,
She’d seek the warm embrace
Of the inglenook’s fireplace
And write a book
Of summer’s heat
Inside her
Head.
For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: Inglenook
Love this… is that where you write your stories 😉
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My whole apartment may qualify (size-wise), for the ‘nook’ designation (no fireplace)… 😉 So, in a way, yeah … LOL
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LOL! Weeeelllll….
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😀
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Really good
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Thank you! 🙂
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That’s the way to keep those chills away. Good one, Na’ama!
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Thank you my friend! 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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🙂
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That’s really great. Thank you.
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So glad you liked it, Vinny! Thanks for reading and commenting! 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Love the warmth of this. And don’t we do our best writing in our heads first?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Many times indeed! 🙂
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I love the ending here! Thanks for joining us.
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🙂 Thank you, Linda
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Goodness that closing image grips on you hard! This is incredibly evocative! 💝💝
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Thank you! I’m very glad it communicated! 🙂
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Oh, to seek the warmth of the inglenook… oh, dream
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Total dream indeed! It is a fantasy of mine to have a cabin/cottage retreat like that, with an inglenook and a library and .. and .. and … 😉
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And library and… and… and someone to cook and clean for me 🙂
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🙂 I’m fine doing the cooking and even the cleaning, but I would be absolutely find with someone shoveling the snow and chopping wood for said hearth … 😉
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I could cope with the chopping and shovelling. But I’m not what you’d call domesticated
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LOL! We don’t all need to be domesticated … I’m quite tame, it seems … in some regards … In others? Not so much … 😉
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I grew up in an era when girls were supposed to be girls, know what I mean. And so I was labelled a Tom-Boy. Give me a tree to climb and a fishing rod, I don’t want to know about dolls.
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I hear ya. I was up trees whenever possible … Not particularly girly … or at least, not when it came to climbing up anything that could be scaled … 🙂
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That was me 🙂
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🙂
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