The warmth of Fire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Quite a powerful poem expressing the many features of a single flame. The original name was simply 'fire', but again it was already taken. Hope you like it!

 

Fire

 

My aching eyes

Burn as they close in on,

The flickering shadows

Racing along the wall.

 

Itching my skull

And tearing away,

To free a single prism

Of the salty water of joy.

 

The glow bores itself

Into my soft cheeks,

Slicing in a feeling

Of red-satin warmth.

 

After hours upon hours

Of absolute fascination,

The thick liquid which was once oily and stiff

Dusts itself into the air I breathe.

 

The racing flickers of darkness

Slowly close in,

And shy away

From the hot, blazing light.

 

Last of all,

The mother of it all confines herself

Into a minute oval,

And dissolves

In her own fuel, whilst

Swallowing her flickering children

 

The single prism

Of the salty water of joy,

Is freed.

 

J.A. Bates ©


Submitted: May 23, 2012

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wella0395

you really put a great words in there keep it up...

Wed, May 23rd, 2012 7:26pm

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thank my thesaurus ;)

Sat, May 26th, 2012 8:00am

iscream500

Whoa...oooh... i feel as if im watching this in 3D:D So realistic. Good Work!

Mon, May 28th, 2012 5:06pm

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thank you!

Tue, May 29th, 2012 10:08am

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