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Wednesday
May282008
Burnt
Wednesday, May 28, 2008 at 11:32AM
3ww prompt: Blurred, Illegal, Match
You, a beacon of hell,
entered the center of her being with
pyromaniac hands.
Though your marriage to her elder was lawful,
the way you kicked in her door was quite illegal.
It's not an excuse to claim you were temporarily blinded...
your vision blurred by the heat.
It's not an excuse to say she handed you the match,
little girls don't ignite inebriant doused breath.
But this little girl survived the fire
and has put you
to death.
The above image is of a life-size sculpture I made years ago using celluclay (a paperpulp-based clay), that I torched to achieve the 'burnt' surface. There is a bed within the room in the open cavity and it too has been scorched.
Reader Comments (9)
The sculpture is amazing. Little girls do survive and get even
All the references to fire make this poem smolder.Your sculpture is a perfect match to the poem. Love "pyromaniac hands."
wow, I went the revenge route too!
this is a smokin' hot poem!
Great sculpture and even better poem. It is very powerful. I too like the line about the 'pyromaniac hands.' Wonderful writing!
Profound silence...
slaves to whom?
Image and verse by you ... you're so very talented, well done!
Superbly done. Revenge is often so sweet.
I say good for the little girl!
painful read... but oh so profound... especially so yr sculpture...