We come together flint on steel
by sparks we smoulder: bad we feel
I the metal she the stone
Forgetting that we built a home
So Hestia let our hearth burn bight
Stop this vain and pointless fight
No longer hurting to the bone
We come together stone on stone
Then the sparks can no longer fly
And our love can never burn and die
A good innovative piece here Jim - and 'by sparks we smoulder' - is of the finest wordsmithing.....a fine subject too, one of the eternal differences of the sexes. Love the title. A ten from me.
This is lovely James, we come together flint on steel, beautiful flow to this, 10 from me Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hearth is so important to the home where the heart dwells.Wonderful tribute to the goddess Hestia.Another ten from me.