Flames

A woman and a flame. How alike they are. Kindling the energy from within. They go off to rise again the next morning.

She sways and sways more
Putting on a show.
For those looking
Her gaze fixed,
Leaving those hapless eyes transfixed

Curtailing a rage within
Blazing heat,
Wearing out
Caressing warmth

They look up to her
A guide, the shining light
She burns bright
For herself, alone
For herself alone.

Her wick alters
Between wide and narrow
Doubt her flicker
For she shall cast her shadow

Spot her at her brightest
Go shield her
She is at her weakest,
Now, than ever.

A story resides
In residues of every flame,
Every femme
Tomorrow, another sun.
Another day.

Author's Note

Punctuation is added to give clarity.
Abstract comparison between women and flame.
Tense maybe kindly ignored.

Reviews

[Mel Jayne]

Really cool poem, one of the best i've read in a long time. I like your use of imagery throughout. I was reminded instantly of the phenomenal book the night circus. You have a similar style of writing that is very beautiful to read. I like the fact that you compared her to a flame but not in simple terms, you really looked deep into the metaphor. You are very talented. Keep writing!