The Quiet Season.
For "The Harvest Of Memory" Challenge.
By Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.Published 3 months ago • 1 min read
The years have their own hunger.
They take what they please and return it changed.
I learned to keep a small fire under the frost,
to let the smoke rise unseen.
Sometimes the wind bends a certain way
and I think of you, half-remembered,
as though the past were calling itself home.
There will be a morning
when the air feels too still to trust.
Something will open in you then
and close in me.
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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
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Comments (6)
Gorgeous work Cathy! So heartfelt, too! Go girl! 💪🏾🎉
I felt pulled in every direction emotionally as I read this. You have a special way with words. Deeply moving and cleverly written. I'm absolutely obsessed with the last thought. It's going to softly haunt me as I try to sleep tonight.
Well-wrought, Cathy! The opening line could stand by itself and seethe meaning. We feed our selves to the years, but somehow we remain, even after we are gone.
This poem is now one of my all time favourites. Thank you for the heart spark 🧡
Omgggg, those first two lines were my absolute favourite as they felt so deep! Loved your poem!
I love the imagery of keeping a small fire under the frost. That ending leaves such a quiet ache. Beautiful words.