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Anthony Watts

Anthony Watts has been writing ‘seriously’ for about 40 years. He has had poems published in magazines and anthologies in addition to four published collections: Strange Gold (KQBX Press, 1991), The Talking Horses of Dreams (Iron Press, 1999), Steart Point & other poems (John Garland, 2009) and The Shell Gatherer (Oversteps, 2011).   He has won several prizes in poetry competitions and his poems have been broadcast on BBC Radio 4 and Somerset Sound.  Rural Somerset has been his home for most of his life and he has no plans to leave it.  His main interests in life are poetry, music, thinking and messing about outdoors. 

 

 

 

 

 

A Proper Fire

 

1

I light the crumpled TLS,

like feeding an invalid (the lit match held

tenderly to its thin lips): within seconds

the log-pile is ablaze.

                                        Enthroned in the grate,

the crazy King of Fire is trying on crown

after crown—none of them fits.

 

He tosses them angrily, one by one, up the chimney.

 

 

2

Fire-gazing.  The mind’s eye

breeds salamanders.  See how they scuttle unscathed

along corridors of flame.

 

They know this glowing, pulsing labyrinth

is endless, that it reaches down and down

to the earth’s core—to its beating, breathing

heart of fire.

 

 

3

A room without the grace of fire

is a boat that’s slipped its moorings, it drifts without purpose.

 

Central heating is no substitute:

it warms the body while the soul

waits outside in the corridor, stamping its feet

 

and the radiator grins like a skull. 

 

                                               

4

Through fire alone we are connected

to the great hearth of the world.

 

That’s where God goes

to kick the clouds from his boots and swap tales with the Devil

over roasted chestnuts and mulled wine.

 

 

 

©2015 Anthony Watts

 

 

 

Author Links

 

Poems by Anthony Watts at Fire River Poets

'Brother Slug': poem by Anthony Watts at Overstep Books

'Winter Birds': haiku by Anthony Watts at Poemsplease.me

 

 

 

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