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 bonfire’s started, against the rules. And the crowd’s rejoicing, as the fire drools. […]

via SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Burning Fears — SlasherMonster

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Hi, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm a retired, part-time 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 18 months, and writing poems for nearly 18 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.

26 thoughts on “Burning The Fears”

    1. I meant to add Jane, that I wrote this poem, as a double meaning piece, the other story to my words. At the begining our man is apprehensive about his rendezvous, and the ghouls on the hill are his mates egging him on, the lower fools are her girlfriends giggling away, the wicker complete is her bedroom, the flame is her hot desires, then no screams as she loses 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. If you reread it as a love story you might get the feel of it….haha, or maybe I just out-tricked myself

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  1. You certainly like to challenge yourself, don’t you? It’s an unusual marriage of ideas, yet the more I think about it, the more sense it makes. It works, although I can’t imagine the loss of virginity being anything other than horrible for a girl. Maybe that’s because my early experiences were so terrifying, and not of my choosing – not that it matters any more; it was a long time ago.

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      1. Thank you for you kind message, Sue. It gave me an insight into abuse, and I gained an empathy that I may not otherwise have had. Because of that, and another, later experience, I know all the reasons why women stay with abusers, or go back to them. That guy told me that if I stopped seeing him he’d kill one of my brothers, and I believed him. I was gullible and scared. In the end he beat me once too often. I later learned that mental abuse can diminish a person until they no longer feel able to leave. It’s been useful and I have no regrets. I’m glad the first time is wonderful for some girls/women.

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      2. I’m touched by your kindness. My troubles didn’t stop me from loving, and although the great romance of my life didn’t include the physical, I never had any regrets about that. Later I had four children. They, and their children, are all the love I ever need. My life has recently become very happy 🙂

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      1. Read ahead.
        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!
        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.
        Incredible, I went over it again and it is even deeper than I had perceived at first read. Your story telling talent is just is off the charts ❤
        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.
        I love it when writing become a game of fun interweaving stories! Well done again! It is gorgeous!
        Well Kate I hope that helps you, in what I was trying to do, Hmmm, Ivor and his warped imagination on the loose. ….

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