You have written a poem of fury that burns with a purifying fire! I love: ‘the flames/that you have doused/
with the oil of discontent.’ Gloriously Gothic!
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Christine Bolton
December 16, 2020 at 10:39 pm
Oh thank you so much Ingrid. I wanted it to be gothic 🙂
A furious metaphor of flame, Christine! There is a hiss in the lines:
‘there is light
from the flames
that you have doused
with the oil of discontent’
and
‘…a snake-like neck
Twisting, elongating
as a corkscrew
pulling your heart
through your head’.
I also love the sounds and image in the phrase ‘scorched words of contrition’.
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Christine Bolton
December 16, 2020 at 8:17 am
Dear Kim, thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate it. ☺️💕 I hope you have a very Happy Christmas.
And also I am amused that this is on a website called “Poetry for Healing” 🤭
-David
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Christine Bolton
December 16, 2020 at 8:15 am
Yes Ben. Unless we recognize what drives us or what we hang on to, there is no healing. Darkness is in all of us. We learn how to filter it, hopefully! ☺️ Thanks for visiting. I appreciate it so much.
This is absolutely stellar writing, Christine! You give a whole new definition to “fury,”.. one of the most concealed human emotions. I love; “Scorched words of contrition fly from your mouth and lay burning on the ground.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💝💝
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Christine Bolton
December 15, 2020 at 8:24 pm
Thank you so much Sanaa. Yes fury, right up there with evil, dark thoughts 😳😦
That oil of discontent can keep that rage going until we are all consumed with the fire and ashes are all that is left.
Yes Grace. Some just poke the fire while it consumes others. I hope it was dark enough for the prompt!
You have written a poem of fury that burns with a purifying fire! I love: ‘the flames/that you have doused/
with the oil of discontent.’ Gloriously Gothic!
Oh thank you so much Ingrid. I wanted it to be gothic 🙂
The darkness inside has a way of changing us if we cannot keep it at bay.
Yes as Sanaa said, find what we, as humans, keep secret. Unless we control it, we will be devoured by it. 😦
Those are very very dark thoughts.
Yes they were 😦. Unfiltered to say the least!
🙂
A furious metaphor of flame, Christine! There is a hiss in the lines:
‘there is light
from the flames
that you have doused
with the oil of discontent’
and
‘…a snake-like neck
Twisting, elongating
as a corkscrew
pulling your heart
through your head’.
I also love the sounds and image in the phrase ‘scorched words of contrition’.
Dear Kim, thank you so much for your kind words. I really appreciate it. ☺️💕 I hope you have a very Happy Christmas.
And a merry Christmas to you too, Christine!
I love this 🙂
And also I am amused that this is on a website called “Poetry for Healing” 🤭
-David
Yes Ben. Unless we recognize what drives us or what we hang on to, there is no healing. Darkness is in all of us. We learn how to filter it, hopefully! ☺️ Thanks for visiting. I appreciate it so much.
It was well worth the visit 🙂
-David
Wonderful poetry Christine
Thanks Sadje 🥰
You’re welcome 😉
Superb, stunning, scary…
https://youtu.be/I8ahZhfdRA8
Thanks my friend ☺️💕
A haunting tale of betrayal Christine. Well written.
Hey thanks Rob! I really appreciate it ☺️
Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳
Ooh powerful! Love it the burn 🔥
Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳
This is absolutely stellar writing, Christine! You give a whole new definition to “fury,”.. one of the most concealed human emotions. I love; “Scorched words of contrition fly from your mouth and lay burning on the ground.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt 💝💝
Thank you so much Sanaa. Yes fury, right up there with evil, dark thoughts 😳😦