Warmth…

Posted on November 14, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Fragrance of new bread
Kindling childhood memory
I travel through time
Snuggled close on grandma’s knee
In the glow of the hearthfire

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For Colleen’s poetry challenge

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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19 Responses to Warmth…

  1. Mr. Militant Negro says:
    November 14, 2017 at 12:08

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  2. Judy E Martin says:
    November 14, 2017 at 15:54

    This is lovely in so many ways Sue, the newly baked bread, the warmth of the fire, and cuddled up with Grandma! 🙂

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  4. Colleen Chesebro says:
    November 14, 2017 at 19:00

    Sue! I have those same memories. No hearth or fire, but that bread! Grandma made the best bread. Thanks for reminding me. ❤

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  6. D. Wallace Peach says:
    November 14, 2017 at 19:57

    Such a warm and snuggly poem, Sue. Thanks for sharing the beautiful memory.

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  7. Michael says:
    November 14, 2017 at 20:57

    I do so like that

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  8. Widdershins says:
    November 16, 2017 at 02:49

    Gazing into the flames … mmmmm 🙂

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