Spring in Hell
QVV's May Spring Poetry Challenge
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
there are no separate seasons
on the island of devils and demons
where parasites of burning sands
spill endless poison tainting lands
and fires rage on untamed
scalding and scorching
the emotionally maimed
there is no summer
no winter, no fall
no spring flowers
no seasons at all
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Written for the QVV Spring Challenge to write a poem about what Spring looks like where you are.
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Comments (5)
Wow. There is so much heat in your words. So much emotion and fire.
So, you've been to Texas? LOL This was intense, Kayleigh! Excellent!
As my husband would say to me after reading something like Old Fear, "It's so happy!" I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Gosh this was so poignant and intense! Loved your poem!
Well-wrought! Researching something entirely unrelated today, I learned that Origines, one of the early Christian, postulated Hell as a place where people were put through trial to be redeemed, and only later, in the sixth century, did it become official doctrine to consider it a place of eternal and unredeemable torment. I know the former to be true. The fire purifies. Never trust the ideologues. Hell... ahem... don't even trust me. Just never give up on the self!