Kindling (a re-blog)

To celebrate the success of the new stove:


A friendly word
for the start of warmth.
Splinters, shavings, chips of oak,
chopped sticks and kinked twigs
then serious timber,  a handspan thick.

The catalyst, a fizz of sulphur,
prelude to atavistic pleasure
in spits,  sparks, flames,
and quietly glowing cinders.

Bliss on a cold wet Sunday


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5 Responses to Kindling (a re-blog)

  1. There’s something wonderful about a real fire that a radiator just can’t manage.

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  2. I love a wood-stove!! Lovely!

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  3. restlessjo says:

    In the nick of time! The snow’s here 😦


  4. tialys says:

    Aaah! I know just what you mean. I’ve just come back from putting another log on – and it’s not even all that cold today. However, it’s a little grey outside and it cheers me up.


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