When Ashes Are Left to Fly Alone

A poem

Sally Prag
2 min readMar 1, 2024


A small fire smoulders on a piece of arid land, with the sea in the distance, and smoke and ash floating in the air.
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How lucky are we to be a keeper of ashes?
When not all have that luxury
when life snatched by war
and devastation
may never find its keepers again.



Sally Prag
Imogene’s Notebook

Wilfully niche-less, playfully word-weaving. Rethinking life through my words. Sometimes too seriously, sometimes not seriously enough.