Flaxen fireplaces

This poem is about the incorrect perceptions of security that haunt the human psych.

Flaxen fireplaces

with shiny mantelpieces

beckon me.

They call me in mysterious ways.

On winter nights through

moths and icy leaves,

when I stop and linger--

the warmth of a distant hut

calls me,

whispers my name.

"All is deception," my instincts claim.

But my heart gives way,

I slip quietly away.

Pull my cloak up and wander

to those strange fireplaces

which, I know, are yarns of delusion..

Author's Note

Review and let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Moon daughter, you are wonderful to read. I love the imagery. You have such a sweet, gentle writing voice, and I could read your stuff all night. I love how you ended this one..
"I slip quietly away.
Pull my cloak up and wander
to those strange fireplaces
which, I know, are yarns of delusion."...beautiful and mysterious...a great combination.

[Moonie]

I can't thank you enough for this amazing review. :))

[Bright Ocean Star]

you are welcome...:)

[ANM]

Mystical and spoken of in words from long before we ruined the world... Really enjoyed this!

[MsJewel]

The personification of the fireplace is excellent and the dark, but not chilling, msterious feel of your words draws the reader in. Excellent writing. You are very talented!

[Sami Khalil]

A great analogy of insecure security with all its warm and fiery feelings. Excellent...:)............

[Amduscia]

Great piece of poetry. Well written. Well done.

[Moonie]

Thank you, dear Amduscia. Iam glad you liked this one.

[Jack Wolfe]

Hmm . . . the invisible barrier, an oasis to the thirst-craven . . . a wayfarer who sees beyond the world of reality (at least current) an yearns for the existence that's just beyond reach. It's the equivalent of the wanderer walking down God's path, with each mile gained, a distraction arises, pulling them back two-miles, salvation and happiness is in sight, but reaching that destination is a long arduous journey, and the wanderer can only trudge onward, deflecting and reflecting his tribulations with the best of his abilities. Or, I could be way off, and we're really talking about fire-places. . . been known to happen, if so disregard first portion of review.

[Moonie]

No, I am not "really" talking about fireplaces. The poem is about the false senses of warmth and security that attract people on their arduous journeys. And you are on the right track(no pun intended) Thank you for the brilliant review. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing.
"All is deception," my instincts claim.
But my heart gives way,
I slip quietly away."
I wanted to know more. I like the internal thoughts and the statements leading to the open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Moonie]

Thank you for the lovely words, dear Coyote. I feel humbled. :))

[Alfred Kukitz]

The innocent foolishness plays to opening lines very well.

[Moonie]

Thanks for such a lovely comment. :)
I am glad you like it.

[Daydreamer]

I just couldn't actually link the description with the meaning I got from the poem 😞
Why should the fire places promising to induce warmth tend to be a lie?! I got confused... I apologize....
You're talented a plenty, and can always use the precise vocabulary to create extravagant images! Keep writing and shine on, dear ferocious An'ou'shka ;)
Best of luck!

[Moonie]

The fireplaces here are not real. They are like mirages that keep the protagonist from going on in his journey. They are "flaxen" that look "shiny" and inviting.
And thanks for the amazing words. It is always a pleasure.

[Einstein Noodle]

oooooooo! just the right amount of menace .. Little Red in the dark woods .. who isnt attracted to the fires glow ... i enjoyed reading this very much .. wouldn't change a thing
E.

[Moonie]

Oh, that is what any poet would aim for!! Thanks for the amazing words.
--lunar lady