Flame licks the wood as a wound tended.
The forest, once mighty, is devoured.
She screams as her world comes crashing down.
Flame sears the flesh as a spirit cleansed.
Her bones are all that remain of her old life.
The water burns her throat as she drinks.
Greedily, she gulps the liquid fire,
trying to forget the collapse of her kingdom.
She remembes her old world, her new lies.
They live in harmony like fire and ice.
Author notes
I just went with what inspired me
A contest entry
- Licking These Wounds- A GFP Contest! by GFP Vault.
1000 points, ended February 9, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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very nice imagery...I liked it a lot
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bat for lashes
i dig the whole losing a kingdom. this is good. i felt fire going down my throat. -
Good metaphors in here, I really enjoyed it. It is easy to imagine out this poem.
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very nice poem, out of a little bit of inspiration. i agree it does give you sort of an odd but good feeling. good luck
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I feel as if I'm the ice!!
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I love the way this makes me feel
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I like it. the imagery and symbolism is quite rich and you can imagine this all actually going on in your own head.
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the title itself reminds me of Robert Frosts' write..
a very simple yet powerfully written with the imaginative symbolization..
albeit that, this write suggest a check on the spellings and some typo errors
very raw, but the write suggests that of a drinker, alcoholism, drunkard..whichever
the symbolization of fire and ice in this write also suggests a chained reaction towards one another whether in good or in bad of an effect
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