The Shroud of Fire
I am mostly playing with fire and its imagery lately. I am working on a collection called " The Everlasting Caress of the Branding Iron" which uses fire and its behavior as symbols.
By Konstantinos AndrikopoulosPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash
Like a melody, you are.
Encasing me in your delicate dance.
The more you are, the less I am.
Fire that put me in a trance.
You covered palaces in flames,
you melted crowns.
You always wished you’d burn,
like moths and girls in white gowns.
The square, the crowd, the stake.
Our souls are not solid and yet they break.
You screamed into the pain and burned out
as you were inside the pyre’s shroud.
You worshipped life, you were devout.
Burning within, burning without.
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Konstantinos Andrikopoulos
Copy and Content Writer. Poet.
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