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


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
before me
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 lifeless
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
-Emerging Ė
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
-Ever-
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
your dust
over my gardenís growing
and handing you back to the earth
knowing I have gone the full circle
in the burning

Posted by Colm at April 18, 2003 01:54 PM
Comments

Amazing amazing poem G! The images are so strong.
Ev

Posted by: Ev on April 4, 2003 03:25 PM

Thinking of you G

Love
T

Posted by: T on April 4, 2003 04:25 PM

G,
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.

Love

M

Posted by: M on April 4, 2003 06:09 PM

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.

take care,
love,
ruth

Posted by: on April 4, 2003 06:40 PM

G
a truly powerful poem. Energetic. Every time I read it, I have a vivid sense of being cleansed. Thanks for posting it.

Posted by: Joe on April 4, 2003 10:28 PM

G, I felt like I was there, burning the pain with you. You are in my thoughts. Rose

Posted by: Rose on April 5, 2003 04:06 AM

Hi G,
This poem is beyond words. It is SO powerful.

Take extra care of yourself at the moment, please.

Love,
Liz.

Posted by: Liz on April 5, 2003 04:09 AM

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

Posted by: ti on April 5, 2003 06:50 AM

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

Posted by: BC on April 5, 2003 12:14 PM

Hey G,
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.
It's amazing.
Warmest regards,
Mick

Posted by: mick on April 5, 2003 08:47 PM

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.

Safest hugs

Christy

Posted by: Christy on April 5, 2003 11:06 PM

wow,
G, that poem is fantastic, thank you so much for posting it.

Cath

Posted by: Cath on April 7, 2003 01:07 PM

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.

Posted by: Samantha /Lor on April 7, 2003 10:35 PM

((((((((((G)))))))))))

Amazing pet....just amazing

Safest hugs

Deirdre

Posted by: Deirdre on April 9, 2003 02:05 PM

Georgina

'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

Posted by: jb on April 15, 2003 09:27 AM

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.

P.

Posted by: P on April 15, 2003 09:40 PM

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

Posted by: CK on April 27, 2003 11:52 AM

What potency and spirit;
Courage and dignity.......
Something very good came out of the burning,
And even the ashes.

Posted by: on April 28, 2003 08:15 PM

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.

Posted by: Penny on April 29, 2003 05:17 PM
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