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Ashes on My Skin
There are ashes on my skin,
And the sky is afire,
Winds blowing in desperation,
Fanning flames of such heat…
I look to the east,
And see the sun burning,
The sea boiling,
Steam rising and pretending to be fog,
And there are ashes on my skin…
Voices are calling to me,
Telling me to run,
But I am stunned by the desolation,
The flames are leaving behind…
I knew that tree,
I ran in that field,
I held that flower to my nose,
And breathed in its sweet fragrance,
Now it lies on my skin,
Strange papery thing it is,
So light,
So damn light…
Its life is gone,
My world is burning,
And the ashes are lying on my skin,
While voices are telling me to run…
But I am too stunned,
My feet refuse to move,
I hear the cries of life,
Screaming in despair…
A woman grabs my arm,
Her eyes much too wide,
I can smell her fear,
“Run you fool!” she hisses at me…
“To where?” I whisper,
More to myself than her,
“Where can I go now?”
And another feathery ash,
Lands on my skin…
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Supreme in its imagery.
Reg.
The poem shows this clearly. Very nice Reindeer,
blessin's
cynth'ye lewis reed
Right to the heart.
Excellent.
An incredible poetic masterpiece - stunning!
Robert
and the poem holds it weight
nothin I want to encounter
excellent piece!!
I ASK YOU.
Hugs
~Contesse~
Gina
Best regards,
Leland
Tommy
scary pic to be standing in the wild fire also
Your writing went exceptionally with it!
~Joseph
Excellent!
gosh, i hope this is fictional...but sense it is not...you've powerfully dragged the reader into the inferno and make them feel and smell the fear. well done--brilliant write--a keeper *thank you*
one of your best
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
stay safe, dear (((friend)))
This poem really captures with precision that feeling of loss and confusion that happens....and while it is aimed at a specific event here, it holds universal appeal to many situations in life.
Well done!
~Rose~
I found it hard to breath, once when caught in a forest fire, and had to go find my dog.
Great poem..
Incredibly heartwrenching write. It makes me terribly sad, to try and understand what a loss fire can create. It simply boggles the mind.
Fantastic poetry Rhetta.
Warm hugs
Elga
Magnificent Metaphor and Imagery
Peter
M.Rose
It's so nice to read you again. This is so beautifully sad.
Well written. I could feel the sadness in this piece.
Love, Bonnie
That's a fantastic picture you have there to complement.
Allen
going up in flame and all that's left is the ash!
Chilling thoughts and images amidst the heat!
You better Believe It There Will Be No Place To Run But To Satan Devil As He Comes N Gets You,i.e. Ashes In Your Face!
TRASK
william
Nice lines ..