Fight Fire with Care

For the prompt Pyrophobia I chose a same old same old medieval witch burning- hope you enjoy!

I can hear the silence-

their screams do deafen this place-

My hands are tied in delicate bonds-

and I'll stay stoic and face-

Encased in a rough circle-

the wood teasing my bare heels-

A fog slips silently into place

and closes my chance to feel.

-It settles in my lungs,

so heavy and at home-

Jeers from screaming crowds swan in

-They lead me to my tomb

The torch has done its work now.

leading the red procession.

The fire wraps around my soul-

my body's lost its prized possession.

So as the fire flames and takes me-

And my mind is almost gone-

I vow to you and them they see,

Water I shall become.

Reviews

[Archia]

It makes me very happy I'm not a witch in those times. I loved not just the picture, but the feeling that came across in this. I really enjoyed reading this, there was a story, a past, an emotion. Really great job.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

What a terrible way to die! You have written chilling poem, Bonnie.

[Distant horizons]

Sorry to be mundane with my review, Stunning write . . . That is all :-)