Poetry: No Second Chance by Sue Finch

No Second Chance

The winter had brought me darkness,
made me cold to the bones,
kept me hidden inside.

A need for warmth set my desire for kindling.

A wigwam of newspaper and dried twigs 
waited in the grate.

And there was the axe,
weapon-ready from the night before
when I feared an intruder in the cellar.

I swung and missed first time.

The log wobbled, 
rocked before settling 
like the last vibrations of a saucepan lid 
dropped on the kitchen floor.

So I held it still;
thick log suddenly dainty
between my thumb and forefinger.

Next swing hit.
Metal threatening my veins 
with black paint and mud. 
I needed to bleed.

The air, fresh with evergreens
and lingering frost
held my mind sharp.

I couldn’t look.
I just raised my hand
as if to ask a question 
and began pacing.

Wash it under the tap, she said. 
Too fragile. Hardly joined.
I refused.

I saved my fainting for the doctor,
for the moment he wielded metal trimmers
to scissor my finger straight.



Bio: Sue Finch’s debut collection, ‘Magnifying Glass’, was published in 2020. She loves the coast and the scent of ice-cream freezers. You can follow Sue on Twitter: @soopoftheday.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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