The Creaky Chair

By beco99

Sun, 12 May 2019
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6 comments
 

As the chair creaks,

she sighs ominously,

and black clouds gather.

 

A fire crackles in the corner,

as flames lick the air.

My indifference is kindling.

 

Sweet words douse the flames,

yet the embers burn bright,

and the chair creaks once more.

Certificate U
Poem
Romance
Love

Comments

Submitted by Nolan on

Excellent, the poem appeals strongly to the imagination, but why the huge font?

Classic &

 

Submitted by beco99 on

Thanks, glad you like the poem. I hadn't noticed the huge font size. It must have been a formitting issue when I copied it across. Thanks for pointing it out. I've made it smaller:))

beco99

Submitted by beco99 on

Thanks, glad you like the poem. I hadn't noticed the huge font size. It must have been a formitting issue when I copied it across. Thanks for pointing it out. I've made it smaller:))

beco99

Submitted by Nolan on

Much better!

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I love the little suggestion; the creaks and crackles, the indifference. It says a lot about a swelling atmosphere, stifled tension perhaps. Good poem.

 

Submitted by beco99 on

Thanks a lot, it was inspired by my girlfriend sitting next to me huffing and sighing to get my attention and me feeling the tension as I ignored her :))

beco99