I’d prefer a red-hot poker,
as opposed to something like cold iron.
I abhor the cold of late,
I hate it if you must know,
and the glow of red-hot has got
great appeal, a real warmth
that escapes me. Much more
of a chill will kill me,
never thrill me as it once did.
I’ve hidden my true feelings
when dealing with the cold.
As I get older, I’d as soon
taste the warmth of love’s sting,
than to stick my tongue
on something like cold iron.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Written for The Twiglets #116 – like cold iron
Buffalo must be getting to you, Walt. This is wonderful, and totally understandable. Besides, if you stuck your tongue to iron, then the fire department would have to come.
Ooooo the old tongue stuck to the iron bar feeling… It just might be time to gravitate toward a warmer climate..
Soon, Walt, spring will greet you with greenery … and pollen. Haaachoo.