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 💝💝
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.
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’.
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!
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 😳😦
Ooh powerful! Love it the burn 🔥
Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳
Thanks Paula. The prompt was to go dark 😳
A haunting tale of betrayal Christine. Well written.
Hey thanks Rob! I really appreciate it ☺️
Superb, stunning, scary…
https://youtu.be/I8ahZhfdRA8
Thanks my friend ☺️💕
Wonderful poetry Christine
Thanks Sadje 🥰
You’re welcome 😉
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
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!
Those are very very dark thoughts.
Yes they were 😦. Unfiltered to say the least!
🙂
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. 😦
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 🙂
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!