Poems are Hewn from Gypsy Wood by Stephen W Emerick


Poems are hewn from gypsy wood,
Thrown on the fire at night;
Placed simmering in the ember pot,
Brought out again at
New days first shining light.

Only now and then appearing in time,
The breath of the bard blows round them,
Exposing their emerald glow.
When read with the passion of the poet
Strikes home like the archer’s sharp bow.

Fire and sparks photograph by Jim Crotty

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2 thoughts on “Poems are Hewn from Gypsy Wood by Stephen W Emerick

  1. i love that the colors and scene are so vivid in my minds eye even after such a short poem! it is effective!

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