Once on fire — now I’m cold
I burned too long and faded out —
a hearth of ash and longing.
Come kindle me with kisses —
kindly wrap your warmth around my ice
melt me, turning cinder into ember.
Come light my fire
Peasant Sitting by the Fireplace (Worn Out) by Vincent van Gogh
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March 12, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I like the drawing you included with your poem. I wonder if it was from Van Gogh’s early days of religious fervor, working with the coal miners in Belgium (I think it was Belgium.) How sadly ironic that these hard-working miners would be the ones obtaining the fuel for fire, yet would be so worn-down and far from fiery, as you describe the condition in your poem.
Brrr. Makes my want to reach for another layer of clothing!
I love how this:
“a hearth of ash and longing”
can so easily become “a heart of ash and longing.”
Indeed…
Wonderfully sensual write Bjorn ☺️ I love “a hearth of ash and longing.”❤️
the contrasts underscore the longing to be re-kindled – I liked especially ‘cinder into ember’
Oops, we’ve done it again, on a hearth/Vincent wavelength this time, Bjorn! I love the hard alliteration of ‘Come kindle me with kisses’ and the line: ‘kindly wrap your warmth around my ice’.
I was so happy that we had selected such similar themes…
I love ‘turn cinder into ember’, just rolls off the tongue beautifully.
I like this phrase “wrap your warmth around my ice” to bring one back on fire.
Yes, I like the ‘cinder into ember’ too.
ah that longingness..beautifully expressed !
Turn cinder into ember … I love that and the picture makes me sad for him.
I like the turn cinder to ember…although when I see Kindle I think of my.Kindle Fire. I think of peasants sitting by the fire, how small those fires often were and cold many times the peasants were.
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a hearth of ash and longing. cinder to ember Lets hope love finds a way…
I do believe kisses can kindle many things….warmth, love, spirit…
nice. hard to kindle ashes. cheers.
Hard to rekindle those cold ashes – but evidently not impossible.
Cinder to ember–sensual longing–and van Gogh! Excellent!
Van Gogh certainly lit our fire!!! Thanks for your write.
Subtle word play, effective and evocative imagery.
A very beautiful write Bjorn which sings a song of the loss of one’s Muse to me.
I so like your use of kindle/rekindle. (That could be a good quadrille word!) I just commented on Kim’s Van Gogh poem and how fiery his passion was–and agree that it was affected by his failures in relationship and with the miners. This is one of the poems I will go back and read again before moving on.
come kindle me with kisses. the yearning. so felt.
Love your alliteration and turns of phrase! A fire longing for rebirth in every line!