Two Matches
Posted: 10 Aug 2019, 19:04
That’s what we were given.
Some placed a pile of wood, lit
the two matches and stood back
awaiting a blaze as if a miracle
was about to happen.
Others carefully cut tinder,
but if it was damp in any way,
failure.
The clever ones on a grey wet day
hunted recesses: spider’s webs,
fluff, dust, wood chippings;
anything as long as it was dry.
Then honed their axes so it could shave
as if we had any hair at eleven years of age;
made a ball of the stuff
sliced away at a dry stick
to create a bundle of shavings
elevated the pile onto a dry rock
shaded it from the wind
and lit the first match
in the confines of their hat.
In later years this discipline paid off
on barren windswept moors
after a long hike when we longed
for warm soup, a tin of Nescafe
with thick condensed milk
and although we harboured a whole
box of matches on our person
it had been ingrained
in us that each one was life.
A damp box of matches foredoomed
us to hunger and a miserable night
without a warm rock to hug.
Some placed a pile of wood, lit
the two matches and stood back
awaiting a blaze as if a miracle
was about to happen.
Others carefully cut tinder,
but if it was damp in any way,
failure.
The clever ones on a grey wet day
hunted recesses: spider’s webs,
fluff, dust, wood chippings;
anything as long as it was dry.
Then honed their axes so it could shave
as if we had any hair at eleven years of age;
made a ball of the stuff
sliced away at a dry stick
to create a bundle of shavings
elevated the pile onto a dry rock
shaded it from the wind
and lit the first match
in the confines of their hat.
In later years this discipline paid off
on barren windswept moors
after a long hike when we longed
for warm soup, a tin of Nescafe
with thick condensed milk
and although we harboured a whole
box of matches on our person
it had been ingrained
in us that each one was life.
A damp box of matches foredoomed
us to hunger and a miserable night
without a warm rock to hug.