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!

Submitted: May 23, 2012

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Submitted: May 23, 2012

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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 ©


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