The Merging
poem by Sam Rose
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the flame in the hearth licks the inside
of its cheeks heated stone I could tear from the walls and place on my back as a makeshift mantle massage as I lie on a rug in the inglenook I say inglenook when I could just say fireside I say inglenook when I could just say nothing I use words when I could just set myself on fire but this is how I make hell comfortable when I’ve had my fill of fire I go to see a lake about some peace and it cools me for a while I say a while when I could say not very long I say a while when I could say hardly at all I use words when I could just drown myself but this is how I make the merging of two worlds comfortable this is how I reconcile hell and less hell hell and samsara I throw the hot stones into the lake pray for my two worlds to kill each other to cancel each other out and I will live in the steam that rises from the water my existence renewed my existence relearned |
About the writer
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Sam Rose is a writer and editor from Northamptonshire, England. She is the editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine and The Creative Truth. Her work has appeared in Scarlet Leaf Review, Poetry Pacific, Haiku Journal, In Between Hangovers, and others. Sam is a cancer survivor and primarily uses her experiences with this to write poetry and memoir. In her spare time, she enjoys listening to rock music and eating too much chocolate.
Website: https://www.writersam.co.uk/ Twitter and Instagram: @writersamr |