April 18, 2003
"The Burning" by Georgina
Four Seasons past since I first looked you square in the eye
before you were always behind my back pressing up
against my rib cage squeezing the life out of me
Posted by Colm at April 18, 2003 01:54 PM
leaving me gasping for air You Bastard-
Today Sunday - Mass Day
when quietness descends upon MY home
I decide there and then
to burn you alive in my grate on my turf-
Thirty four images I have made of your evil face
one for each year of our knowing-
Then on my knees I strike the match and see you rise up in flames
again and again and again and again
and patiently I watch each page burn and sear
the black cloth that you lived within all my little and big life-
In the hot glow of the burning I see the curling up of
your fat and broken nose and beady eyes
staring out at me-
You are below me now
and the white dog collar you hid behind
now barks nothing but hot and parched and winded air-
The once booming loud and terrifying voice
which belted out the wrath of hell
is now lost forever in the hissing
and the crackling of the flaming paper-
When my work is done
from somewhere deep within
I hear the faintest whisper of my own voice
Rising to chanting pitch and in my mind
I am dancing on your grave
where I can hear my heart beating
and thumping to the loudest drum-
I feel free of you now
for the first time
When the ash cools I bend down
and ever so gently sweep
your charred remains
up and out
from my hearth
carefully catching all the dust
leaving no trace of your cremation behind-
And opening my front door
I hesitate for an instant
inhaling the fresh spring air into my lungs
and breathe an Almighty breath-
Casting you out
I find myself sprinkling
over my gardenís growing
and handing you back to the earth
knowing I have gone the full circle
in the burning
Amazing amazing poem G! The images are so strong.
This poem is just so powerful. The symbolism of what you have done touches something deep within myself. Thank you for sharing it here.
Thinking of you.
wow G, that poem is amazing...and yea, very powerful too. thanks for posting it G.
hope ur keeping well, havent seen u around the site in ages.
a truly powerful poem. Energetic. Every time I read it, I have a vivid sense of being cleansed. Thanks for posting it.
G, I felt like I was there, burning the pain with you. You are in my thoughts. Rose
This poem is beyond words. It is SO powerful.
Take extra care of yourself at the moment, please.
Oh G, you must feel so proud? What beauty in being able to breathe again. A powerful, powerful poem to read and reread and as i do it helps me breathe. What courage you have shown, for me your poem is like a sea breeze saying there is a way to deal with all the shit. THANKYOU. A BIG HUG TO A POWERFUL LADY ti
The first breath is always the hardest and you've done it - I'm so proud of you - keep breathing more and more and deeper and deeper.
Life is precious.
Luv BC xxx
God that's a poem and a half!
There's a lot of power in it and I get the impression it would have been quite a cathartic thing to write.
You should feel proud of this.
Absolutely brilliant powerful poem with so much energy and passion---34 years of burned ashes the cleansing of such evil memories setting you free. I share with you the joy of that freedom because each time I read your poem I too feel Iíve been set free. It felt like I was sitting with you around the fire watching every page of that evil image burning slowly one at a time.
Georgina Iím astounded by your energy and conviction, youíre an inspiration with so much dignity and courage. Thank you so much for sharing a wonderful and touching poem with us.
G, that poem is fantastic, thank you so much for posting it.
Hi Georgina,I knew HIM as you did.Your image of him is so fucking real,I can feel a shiver going up my spine.Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.It takes a lot of work and courage to come to a place where you could burn him in hell,a place he told us we were going, if we didnt allow him to make us good again.See you soon.
Amazing pet....just amazing
'The burning'- sweeping the grate - fresh spring air - walking on the grave - may you rise up after his cremation - new spirit - new hope. Love, anger, determination, courage, faith and light overcome evil and darkness. Yours in Emmaus J
I'm so proud of you G. You know how I feel about poetry but this poem really hits at the heart of what you have been going through over the past year. I could feel your deep hurt but also your recovery which I believe shines through the words you have written.
I love you G.
What a perfect poem to express what you've being going through and how you've reached a point where you can begin to rid yourself of that evil leech. Hope you continue to inspire others and wish you well. Keep up the good work. Love CK
What potency and spirit;
Courage and dignity.......
Something very good came out of the burning,
And even the ashes.
Georgina, what a powerful poem, it is so descriptive, it is like being taken on a journey , i could see the flames and smell the burning ashes, beautifully written. There is a great sense of emerging into the other side, finding a new way of being after the horrow that looked you in the face for so many years.