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From Ashes to Feathers
Nothing remains from the fire.
It has purged all that it wants.
A smoking pile of dreams
cooled by the flames.
The argument subsides,
and we are different to how we used to be.
We cannot take back those moments,
when anger over-took sense,
when intensity over-took patience,
when danger seduced safety.
We cannot offer an apology,
When neither is sorry
For what they said,
Or how it was said.
We go our separate ways,
Each a different person
To the ones we where before we met.
You with your developed sense of sarcasm,
the poisoned put-down,
knowing how to inflict pain,
and leaving no sign,
that I even meant anything to you.
Like the Phoenix,
We will move on
From the wreckage we have left,
And shake off the bitter ashes,
That cover our fledgling feathers.
Ben Macnair was born in 1976 in Nottingham, and now resides in Staffordshire.
He has been writing creatively on and off for the last four or five years.
His poetry has appeared in Purple Patch, Raw Edge, and various other small print
publications, and websites. His short stories have appeared in Twisted Tongue, and
in two Forward Press Anthologies, whilst journalism and reviews have appeared in
Blues in Britain Magazine, Verbal Magazine, and various local newspapers and The Independent.
A previous short play, Career Train Wreck was performed by Zeitgeist Theatre in 2007.
Email: Ben Macnair
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