A Burning Bed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem based on a true event that happened a long time ago.

Cover image: pixabay.com.

A Burning Bed

She stood at the bottom of my bed,

a lighter held in front of herself,

and she smiled!

Not a word did she say,

but there was something in her gleeful grin

that told me something...

wasn’t quite right.

And then the waft,

a singeing smell of burning wool,

melting sheets.

I guess she wanted to wake me up

or she would not have stood there.

Once she knew that I knew,

she laughed;

while me, I tossed a jug of water

over the smouldering bedding.

“I only wanted to get your attention,” she said.

“Can we be friends?”

And I didn’t say no,

and I didn’t say yes,

but it was better to keep her close at hand,

for at least then I’d have more of a clue

of what she planned to do.

Submitted: January 21, 2021

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Mike S.

A fine 'beware or babes wieldling torches'

Thu, January 21st, 2021 10:08pm


Thanks, Mike.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:38am

Mike S.

"Beware OF babes wielding torched'

Thu, January 21st, 2021 10:09pm


Now that's true, Mike! Thanks for reading.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:37am

Mike S.

I give up!

Thu, January 21st, 2021 10:10pm

Jeff Bezaire

I can imagine that grin. Frightening.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 1:28am


Thanks for giving this a read, Jeff. It's much appreciated.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:36am

Black Dog

Interesting. Creepy yet almost whimsical.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 2:21am


Thanks for reading.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:36am

Craig Davison

It reminds me of a line from a Midnight Oil song
"How do we sleep when our beds are burning..."
Which is called Beds are Burning, but very, very different. It's about returning land to the dispossed ingigenous peoples. They were very political.
I like the poem, but I must admit I wrote the lyrics to a song called Arson the Flames of Passion. Yes, it's a bit silly. A band called Scorched Earth Policy recorded it - who could probably google it if is still out there on the ethernet or whatever.

It's a scary story, Hullabaloo, but well written.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 3:37am


That is so cool, Craig. I'll have to see if I can find it. I know the Midnight Oil song.
Oh, and thanks for giving this a read.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:35am


Now that would definitely get my attention, quickly.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 4:32pm


A long time ago, ratwood2. Thanks for reading.

Fri, January 22nd, 2021 10:33am

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