by Jan Napier

bucket upturned. ash cloud.
flue open.

a match to crosshatched kindling,
violet white flame lizard tongues twigs.

chimney trickles blue.

ceramic portals pried aside,
another chunk thrust among the half-charred.

kettle set to one side wisps.
porridge bubbles, chilblains itch.

twist the silver egg,
cake tin to middle, waft of vanilla.

woodbox holds splintery jarrah.
the storm-brought budgie warms.

yesterday’s news under shoes too wet,
tea towel shawling a chairback.

flue closed. flow cut.
cinders grey and chill,

small recallings.