“Did I ever tell you about the fire?”
Well, there was smoke,
crackling, flickering light.
What’s happening?
I thought to myself.
Oh no, there’s a fire!
Where? In the
kitchen?
“Quick, Mom,” I yelled.
Grab a blanket,
a towel, anything!”
I had to run in and fight it,
you see, smother it.
It’s always been my enemy!
I couldn’t move. My
feet
were stuck in glue.
“Pull”, I urged myself,
“pull harder, the flames
are growing, they’re licking
up the wall!
Where was Mom? I
couldn’t find her.
She’d disappeared. It was
up to me now.
I’d have to grab a blanket.,
fight the fire, smother it!”
But then I felt hands on me,
pulling me back .
“The cats!” I screamed,
Where were the cats?
Oh no, still in the house?
Or had they escaped?
“Let me go!” I screamed.
And then I woke up
under a heap of blankets.
Peggy C.
The two faces of Fire.
Fire can be cleansing, renewing, invigorating, warming and cheering.
But Fire can also be shocking, violent and completely destructive.
I've seen both sides.
The two faces of Fire.
Fire can be cleansing, renewing, invigorating, warming and cheering.
But Fire can also be shocking, violent and completely destructive.
I've seen both sides.
The terror of a fire... how amazing that we both happened to write about that... but yours was so much closer to home. I remember when we had a small fire at home when I was a kid, and I remember running out in the street in my pajama only bringing the cat.
ReplyDeleteMy poem was inspired by a real incident in which my house might have burned down if I
Deletehadn't been able to beat out the flames licking halfway up the bathroom wall.
A dream! Very vivid and scary.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Toni. The poem was inspired by my phobia, which was caused by
Deletean incident where I was able to beat out the flames licking half way up my bathroom wall.
I've been on guard ever since.
Got me in, Peggy. And I wasn't ready for your ending.
ReplyDeleteI would hate to be in a real fire, that must be a terrible experience. Often fatal.
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Thanks for your comments, Jim.
DeleteThe poem was inspired by my phobia, which was caused by
an incident where I was able to beat out the flames licking
half way up my bathroom wall.
I've been on guard ever since.
Wow- this is so intense. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for your comments. I have a phobia about fire after going through
Deletean incident where my house would have burned down if I wasn't able to beat out the
flames licking half way up the bathroom wall.
My goodness this is powerful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your comment, Sanaa. The poem was inspired by my phobia about fire.
DeleteGoodness, what a nightmare...I felt the terror.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie, for your comments. The poem was inspired by my phobia about fire,
Deleteafter an incident in which my house would have burned down if I wasn't able to put
out the flames licking halfway up the wall of the bathroom.
A convincing write - the fear of a scared child really came through in this (despite the narrator's claim it was only a dream). Well done.
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