The smoke smothers,

forms a solid screen.

The fire frantically fights

for its existence,

twisting and torturing

the air around it

like a dictator leaving

nothing to chance.

The flames writhing,

and rising in their

hot blazing dance.


◄ Thinking of you, mum

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 6th Apr 2020 20:07

Thank you, Nitya

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Nitya Swaruba

Mon 6th Apr 2020 16:12

Loved it. So simple and elegant.😊

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 18th Mar 2020 14:02

Thank you, Binte

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 16th Mar 2020 08:42

Thanks, Damon, Dorothy and Rich for the likes.

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 16th Mar 2020 08:40

Thank you, Po and Jennifer.

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jennifer Malden

Fri 13th Mar 2020 16:50

Very descriptive , great writing. One can really see the fire fighting for its life.


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Jon Stainsby

Fri 13th Mar 2020 15:05

Thank you, Keith

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keith jeffries

Fri 13th Mar 2020 12:45


I was quite burnt out reading this. Seriously a good poem which fills the mind with a vivid image of the fury of fire with the flames lapping about the burning item. I particularly like the words, "the fire frantically fights for its existence".

Good poem. Thanks

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