Ashes (A Fugue Poem)

This is a polyphonic poem. The left and right sides are to be read simultaneously

The fire burns with fate,
its charcoal whispers of too late,
a choking solemn sentiment,
of ashes scent, mournful love
for where the child of fresh-pine went.

As cells are pricked with heat
in veins of acid fate, and loss.
As unsent tears consume the cost
of mournful love, as ashes' scent
pursues the light of youth's retreat.

The fire lights my parent's stone,
and trees within this house of bone.
The trees,
fresh pine,
pursues the dark uncharted seas.

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The fire burns with fate,
its charcoal whispers of too late,
a choking solemn sentiment,
of ashes' scent, mournful love
for where the child of fresh-pine went.

As cells are pricked with heat
in veins of acid fate, and loss.
As unsent tears consume the cost
of mournful love, as ashes' scent
pursues the light of youth's retreat.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.