Flame

Posted on January 2, 2015 by Sue Vincent

 

fireThe flame died;
Spitting a public obscurity,
Veiled by volume
And the sparkle of illusion.
An outpouring of love
That quenched fire with fire,
Heat with ice,
Desire with approval
And the smooth nodding
Of judgemental mediocrity.
Wearing suburban platitudes
As manacles,
Chained to scars
Borne as bracelets
On fettered wrists
And the words that cut them.
Worthless echoes
In the broken shards
That was once a life
Passionate,
Vibrant;
A living flame.
They turn their backs,
Walk away laughing,
And think the flame dead.
It smoulders still;
Within its heart,
A molten, secret core
That will not die.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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7 Responses to Flame

  1. alienorajt's avatar alienorajt says:
    January 2, 2015 at 17:58

    Wow! That’s BRILLIANT, Sue – fabulous imagery. xxx

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  3. Steve Tanham's avatar stevetanham says:
    January 2, 2015 at 22:18

    That should never die . . . x

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