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.

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.

Ivor is a part-time plumber, former Industrial Chemist, and now a serious writer of poetry. He has had a number of poems (not books) published, in on-line magazines such as, Vita Brevis. SpillWords, Drabble, Wolff Poetry Journal, Festival Of Poetry, and Slasher Monster Magazine. He is an active member of the Geelong Writers Inc. and many of his poems are published in their Anthologies. Also he has had a poem published in the book ‘Melpomene’, edited by Gwendolyn Taunton. He started writing 19 years ago, after he’d suffered a stroke, to help himself with his rehab process. During this time, and for the 30 years of her severe MS illness.he was the primary carer of his wife.

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Ivor Steven (c)  August 2019