The Flame

A Poem

The Flame

The flame

As the flame flickers, I look deep in its core

Hypnotic as I watch the dance

My mind mediated as it plays with my eyes

Its warmth touches me as I relax under the cold sky

With a spit and cackle it shows its darkness

A power that can kill if left unharnessed

A need to spread as it reaches out wide

But it cannot escape the prison in which it resides

With it’s power growing , it stands tall and proud

Like a phoenix desperate to reach for the clouds

it’s dark smoke billows high, as it reaches its dreams

But it begins to flicker, subdued, as it runs out of steam

Retracting back like a snake in a basket

To become just a smouldering light and hot ashes.

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Jody Meadus

A lover of writing words that rhyme. I hope you enjoy my poems 

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