Sunday Whirl…blame the first lovely wood fire of the year

November 24, 2013

I sort of started this whirl in the morning over a nice cup of tea and it went nowhere. But then got on with my day of errands and running around and by the time I got back to it, it was late afternoon and Chloe said, “mom, it’d be nice to have a fire tonight.” and then that was that, the whirl became all about the fire.

How does that happen? 😀 Thank you to Brenda for the manageable words this week.

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habits, create, however, virtue, regard, gap,
cycle, undoing, lessen, choice, gathering, suffering

You regard the virtue inside the cardboard rectangle that fits in so nicely in your hand.
Smooth edges turning between your fingertips, sandpaper rough against the soft parts of your palm, inside holding torches, slides in and out and in and out, its one function: to light your fire

Lessen the load by one wooden stick. That familiar cycle, strike and spark, ignite, flicker, flame, burn.

Smell of sulphur, of smoke, of late nights in a cabin full of candle shine, gathering twigs and pine cones that sizzle and pop.

Of nights in the ashtray of a hotel bar. Of stick after stick, smoke after smoke blending in the hazy grey.

Of habits in pockets, creates excuses for names and numbers, lives in the junk drawer in your house, measures your choice and suffering, lets you know where you’ve been, where you might go again.

A carbon copy waiting inside the chamber holding fire, sliding in and out and in and out, now it appears in your hand to strike, split-second gap, then ignite and burn, sizzle, pop, hiss, choke, sulphur smoke.

Do it again

However, that is your undoing.

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  • Reply Claudsy November 24, 2013 at 4:36 pm

    Good one, Veronica.

    • Reply Veronica November 24, 2013 at 7:13 pm

      🙂 Thank you Claudsy 🙂

      • Reply Claudsy November 24, 2013 at 7:51 pm

        You’re welcome, my friend.

  • Reply Elizabeth November 24, 2013 at 6:00 pm

    So the object was to use all the words crossed out? You wove them together so beautifully. 🙂

    • Reply Veronica November 24, 2013 at 7:13 pm

      Thank you Elizabeth, yes, each week there are a dozen words to play with. You could play along. 🙂

  • Reply Dewena Callis November 24, 2013 at 7:08 pm

    Wow! And all I thought was that you were writing the best story of a matchbook that I’d ever read. Did not know that there was more to it than that until I read an above comment. I’m doubly impressed now!

    • Reply Veronica November 24, 2013 at 7:15 pm

      Hi Dewena, thank you so much, you’re such a sweet sweetie. 🙂

  • Reply 1sojournal November 24, 2013 at 9:17 pm

    I am a sucker for a bonfire, always have been. Love that you wove these words around that experience. I took photos of the last one and then played with them digitally. You can see them here, if you like:


    • Reply Veronica November 25, 2013 at 4:16 pm

      Hi Elizabeth, me too! I try to be in England into the autumn so Robert and i can have a lovely bonfire, and of course, Guy Fawkes night. (Just without the effigies…can’t stand those) On my way to the link. 🙂

  • Reply oldegg November 24, 2013 at 9:31 pm

    How many years did you take me back? Millennia perhaps where the wonder of controlling fire first gave mankind a means to an end. The power within the flicker of a flame we can stare at it and we see our history. Great piece of writing.

    • Reply Veronica November 25, 2013 at 4:14 pm

      It’s so primal and powerful, isn’t it/ I love striking that match. Thank you so much Old. 🙂 X

  • Reply Sara v November 25, 2013 at 4:05 am

    Love textures emotions in this 🙂

    • Reply Veronica November 25, 2013 at 4:12 pm

      Nice, thank you. 🙂

  • Reply Daryl November 25, 2013 at 11:43 am

    love that blaze … we have a non-working fireplace …. not as romantic but a lot less insurance!

    • Reply Veronica November 25, 2013 at 4:10 pm

      Oh I know. Mom and dad bought an apartment for their eventual old age and it didn’t have a fire place so they bought an electric one. Poor excuse. They never turned it on and always used the one at the house (gas fireplace). The apartment with the electric fireplace got sold after dad’s death. One of my must haves for this house I eventually bought was a wood burning fireplace. A real luxury in Vancouver; the city of no allowable new wood fireplace permits.

  • Reply Cheryl's Voice November 25, 2013 at 3:41 pm

    Wow! You really lit yourself on fire with this one. I could see myself in this across decades of matches and fires, lost phone numbers in matchbooks, lost connections, and family gatherings. Well done!

    • Reply Veronica November 25, 2013 at 4:01 pm

      I’m so glad Cheryl. There’s something so primal and satisfying about striking that match, isn’t there? 🙂

  • Reply magicalmysticalteacher November 26, 2013 at 8:06 am

    We know what our undoing is, and yet we do it anyway! Perverse creatures, aren’t we?

    The Single Pancake

  • Reply TexWisGirl November 26, 2013 at 1:27 pm

    we’ve had a cold few days in texas, too. my fireplace/stove has been getting a lot of use, too. 🙂

  • Reply Pamela November 30, 2013 at 8:13 am

    Veronica, a beautiful poem on the warm of the fireplace. Very nice.


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