Flint and Flame

by Biancas Veil   May 22, 2012


Mother father flint and flame
One word a spark and you are fighting again

We were once a family now it is not the same
With your short fuse and a fire we can not tame

You use to set forth a warm glow
A loving warmth that could melt any snow

But now our ears are burning with the words that you throw like stones
All we hear is your fighting and it chills us to the bones

So for now me and my sister will sit here and blister
For what you have left us with is colder than any winter

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  • 2 years ago

    by Maher

    My favourite part was the first stanza. It almost sounded like the beginning of a nursery rhyme that starts with a glow. As I read on, I realised that I was wrong about that glow. It suddenly came to sound like the opening phrase of a curse, with the fire burning ominously in the background. I know it sounds sinister, but I guess reading this with the light off added to the atmosphere for me.

    I also love how you begin with a flame, or the catalyst of it, and end with something that completely outnumbers it by magnitudes of cold. Well thought out. Had I have read this in Winter, I may have frozen. Good stuff :)

    • 2 years ago

      by Biancas Veil

      Thank you for your feedback, this is my favorite out of the poems I have done. It was written from feeling and emotion not forced.

  • 3 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    Wow deep I know how you feel. 5/5 :-)

  • 4 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Now this one has a great feeling of anger in it, at least for me. It reminds me a little of my grandpa and grandma though I don't see both of them to blame, more one than the other. 5/5

  • 4 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Now this one has a great feeling of anger in it, at least for me. It reminds me a little of my grandpa and grandma though I don't see both of them to blame, more one than the other. 5/5

  • 5 years ago

    by Lemon Squeezy

    I read this poem and reminded a bit of how my parents were when i was a child. It really kinda hit home with me. I like a piece that makes a reader feel that they it is written with them in mind great work!