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Poetry By: moonphish

true story...the poem....not the movie

Submitted:Jun 5, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

i always had a fear of fire

as far back as i know
a dizzy paranoia
at the edge of campfire's glow
i knew a boy named thomas
with cruel scars upon his arm
a fall into a fireplace
was the thing that did him harm
i loved the blazing fireworks
with the booming all around
but watched the falling embers
praying, "please don't hit the ground"
my sister loved the movies
and the choices we would share
she fancied fun romantic ones
i'd opt for disney faire
she took me to a movie
with the title 'susan slade"
i thought while eating popcorn
"its the worst film ever made"
a third rate melodrama
'bout a girl who had a kid
her mother covered up for her
in shame for what she did
the baby started walking
and it happened to transpire
he'd gained a fascination
for the element of fire
he coveted the lighter
that produced that rosy glow
and one day, unattended
well, he gave that thing a go
the screams of little baby
were intense and loud and keen
i then looked up in wonder
at the next shot on the screen
the door was flying open
precious baby sitting there
with little jammies all in flames
while sparks danced in his hair
my eyes bulged wide in horror
in my throat were muted screams
and for days a burning baby
was the focus of my dreams
and then four decades later
to the TV guide i strayed
and what was on the menu ?
yes, the movie 'susan slade"
and i watched that little sequence
that had left my skin a-crawl
and i found it rather obvious
the stand in was a doll
now, i love scary movies
i've seen every one they've made
but none have ever scared me
like that stupid 'susan slade"


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