Flames

The ashes were scattered

my flatter had flittered

the flickering was fluttering

the muttering had cometh

A day in the gaze of the days

that are gone

brought a sigh and a tear

and the faint of old songs

Now the embers are searing

the match struck the wick

the coals have been rolled

and the flames need to lick

I'd pine with a line

but the rhymes make me sick

So I'll stare into smoke

in the hope I'm bewitched.


****

The matter keeps mumbling

the rumbling won't ramble

A reckoning is beckoning

the spark to the candle

These visions of lips

branding kisses on flesh

that can only been seen

In the sigh of a breath

This ain't death it's a pause

This ain't sadness it's scorched

On the pyre of desire

lay a smouldering corpse


but today through the rain

came a ghost with a torch

she has mind to start fires

on the ice of my thoughts


****

The melting is deafening

the floodgates have flooded

the passion is crashing

and lashing my stomach

the furnace is growling

it's howling for fodder

A memory forgotten

or fresh hell and bother

It could be the season

the gods need appeasing

It could be my curse or bad luck

but the cartwheel is turning

the bonfire is burning

and I, am officially, Fucked!

Copyright © Lee Cassanell 2009