Burning

Posted on January 6, 2015 by Helen

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I heard a voice
Incarnate and separate
Splintering the dawn
Calling my name
The stridency alarming
As though I’d lost my way
In the depths of the night

What words shimmer
In the morning air?
The fragments of a dream
I rose too slowly from
Or the presage of a mystery
More deep than dreamlike fantasy?

The lunatic dances
Before a burning citadel
Hearing the words of prophecy
And now I see
The mad one is me
Twirling on the spot
Trying to recall
The whispered words
Still spilling
Like blood and fire
Along my wall

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6 Responses to Burning

Heartafire says:

January 6, 2015 at 6:32 pm

Beautiful as always, please note I am at a new address. Happy New Year helenvalentina.

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- helenvalentina says:
  
  January 6, 2015 at 6:52 pm
  
  Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
  
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brandyeli says:

January 7, 2015 at 2:28 am

Amazing first four lines and overall language till the end. Thank you especially for line three. Lovely work.

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- helenvalentina says:
  
  January 7, 2015 at 6:43 pm
  
  Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
  
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atothewr says:

January 7, 2015 at 11:42 am

Awesome! Love the way these two lines flow together.

The lunatic dances
Before a burning citadel

I can just imagine so much when I read them.

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- helenvalentina says:
  
  January 7, 2015 at 6:43 pm
  
  Thank you so much, that is very kind! 🙂 🙂
  
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