Fire’s burning fire

On the pavement where she’s dropped her mind,
fire’s burning fire —
lips becoming swollen flames
that are blowing at the candle in her chest,
till the candlelight’s muffled to the faded steps
of a drunken silhouette —
and she blunders

through the scorching dark
where she’s lost her eyes
and fumbles for his warmth,
but only sees a coldness that is licking
up her melted wax,
and swallowing up the flicker
of her battered breath —
bent over the rusted bin

she’s heaving up his bitter taste
that’s acid in her lungs
and sweet upon her withered tongue;
wilting into blackened wick
that tastes strangely of his absence —
and fire still burns fire
on the pavement where he dropped her heart.

(c) 2014 Katho28


6 thoughts on “Fire’s burning fire

    1. The beauty of poetry is that it can be interpreted in so many different ways – so is the fire alcohol? Sure, I know my original intentions of what the ‘fire’ is symbolic of – but that doesn’t mean it’s the only thing the ‘fire’ can symbolise. So I can’t answer your question. But I can tell you that I did try to work a ‘fire/candle’ metaphor into this poem.
      Thank you for reading 🙂 Hope you enjoyed!


  1. Katho;
    Today, I had some spare time, so, I thought to read your previous post and searched in archives; I found this master-piece, a typical, KATHO-BRAND, master piece, simply, unique, amazing, touchy and straight way penetrate in heart.
    If it is true, I am extremely sorry about poet;
    If it is imagination, I salute the imagination power of poet.
    Wishing you all the best……………………..

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