Burning The Fears

I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait.

And knowingly, I’m arriving late.

The ghouls are spying from the hill.

And lower fools are poisoning her will.

Underneath her, a wicker complete.

Above, she’s suspended from a stake.

The bonfires started, against the rules.

And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools.

Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite.

The flames are sparking for her, on this night.

And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams.

But there’s not a whimper, within she beams.

And secretly, I see her black cats drowning tears,

Are extinguishing all her burning fears.


Ivor Steven.

Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

40 thoughts on “Burning The Fears”

  1. There is magic in your lines, Ivor. Somewhere between dark and white, hope and loss. Gorgeous lines again. The flow is impeccable, the story heartbreaking. Your narrative is so rich, it feels like the power of a novel has been packed in your piece. I sense underlying wickedness of humanity and witch trial. Yet another innocent soul being burnt at the stake. Powerful piece ❤ I love it!

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    1. Thanks again for your thoughtful comments. Actually you’re quite perceptive when you say dark and white, the poem is written as a double meaning poem, take off your witches hat, and then imagine the story is about two young lovers consumating their hot desires for each other.

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      1. Thanks, the ghouls are his mates, the lower fools are her girlfriends, the wicker complete is her bedroom, the flame is her hot desires, then no screams as she lose her virginity, the ending is the lovers crying together with joy. I had so much fun trying to run the two stories as one poem. The obvious witch story, and lovers story.

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