Burnt Matches on a Chard Floor

Burnt Matches on a Chard Floor

A Poem by Wyrn Tiger

Embers glow like devil eyes in the night
sparks fly like fireflies.
The house creaks with it's final battle cry. 
The flames leaping up like a terrible fright.
Water can not save this house anymore.
Afterwords, Burnt matches on a chard floor.

© 2018 Wyrn Tiger



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Wyrn Tiger
I won second place in the LAD fair my freshmen year of high school.

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Gee
Is Chard not a vegetable ???

Posted 9 Months Ago


Wyrn Tiger

9 Months Ago

If it is I don't want to eat it
Wyrn Tiger

3 Months Ago

Apparently it is a vegetable
Great piece. Very well written.
-Richard

Posted 9 Months Ago



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Added on February 15, 2018
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