Fieldstone and Sepia

Feb 12, 2023

“My love, why did you burn our photographs, in the inglenook fire?”

“It was nothing, my love,

mere petulance,

Come, fill me with desire.”

“But, they were unique?

Did you not think that such a thing would hurt?”

“Come, do not be sentimental my love,

They were just images,

Neither gold dust nor dirt.”

He sat and said nothing,

Watching sunset over the churchyard scene

Where names on stones

Barley visible,

Try so hard to be seen.





Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM