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the furnace is out,
after weeks creak-and-moaning,
telling in gusts of fire-scented air,
the stories of this house.
in the week before his replacement arrives,
we pull blankets from their chest.
they smell of winters past and layer the years,
one after another, thennowandtocome,
on my shivering lap.
i want to stay buried, to remember the weight,
to save up the chill in some cold sacred place,
and redeem it mid-summer,
when the heat forces forgetting,
and i start to believe i’ll never know winter again.
dang, lady! i love every word, especially how you found poetry where others would find complaint.
“to redeem it mid-summer”. i want to tuck that in my heart for later.
xo
tuck it, take it, make it yours. my toes are cold, but my heart is warm :)
thanks friend.
lovelovelovelooooove this.
this link up is a really great spark for me each week. you should definitely click through and write something next week mollie!
This is beautiful – it makes me feel I’m huddled in blankets with my nose cold from the air. I love your blog design too; this is such a lovely space! I’ll definitely keep my eye out for more of your Just Write entries!
Thank you jade! You’re welcome here anytime!
That’s lovely, and true. When I’m dressed in tank tops and skirts, and sweating even after the sun has gone down, I don’t believe that I’ll ever be cold again. But here I am. Wishing you warmth and a lovely new furnace.
i get so angry at the sweating in the summer, that i needed to remind myself of the freeze!
I like it! And love the pic, Abby.
thanks Ryan! i didn’t take this one, but i liked it as well!