A.G.E's Joint

Another log on the bonfire As they cuddled under his cloak She knew where it was going He knew how far. He said: "I want to hold your hand" And he adorned it with a star. "Will you marry me and be my wife?" Her face reflected that star "I would love nothing better from life." So many years gone by now Joy and pain Stitches in time On their tapestry Etched their faces Under a cloak As they face the bonfire.

The cobwebs moved like puppets on a string.   In the 50 years she lived here, Ellie couldn’t remember when the wind cut so.   Pulling the caftan tight, she stood and looked at the blizzard of falling oak and hickory leaves.   Stoking the small fire in the stove, she sat in the hard chair.   She never liked cushions.   They made you soft and that was something you couldn’t be out here.   Weakness was punished in the woods.   He taught her that.    Silver liquid twinkled in the jar in front of her, begging to be used.   It was a gift from a neighbor a long time ago, back when there were neighbors.   Mother’s warnings drifted into her consciousness.   Bright blue horses of Armageddon would come. They would travel over the hill and far away, destroying all in their path.   It didn’t matter anymore.   With a faraway look, she took a slug of the moonshine and waited for the warmth to take her.   She took t...