Engulfed in Ashes

by Rusheena   Nov 10, 2014


It started as a vivacious blue flicker
dancing on the tip of a match,
but it quickly raged out of control.
I watched the fire smolder into a fury.
The crackling of wood and glass
whispered into my ears all night,
as the smoke filled my lungs.
I was seconds away from death,
but I had to stay.
I had to watch it burn.
I watched as the flames caressed the walls
and wrapped around the staircase,
covering everything in its path in a vivid
red, orange, and yellow.
It was a beautiful sight.
I didn't even flinch
when the flames began to singe my dress.
I welcomed the heat.
I wanted hell to consume me in a wave
and wash me away into oblivion.
But when I woke up, the fire had died,
leaving me behind to witness my destruction.
The charred remnants of my past
were all engulfed in ashes,
forever lost in the gray abyss.

*Inspired by the short story "Charcoal House" by William Huntley (a classmate in my fiction workshop class). Also inspired by "Dollars & Cents" and "Lotus Flower" by Radiohead. Published in the 2015 Spring issue of SNHU's student literary journal The Manatee*

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment:

    This piece is heartbreaking in the most beautiful way. It is descriptive and emotional. The images are so clear that the reader can picture enough of the story and still put their own personal spin on this piece. The way that voice comes through here is phenomenally unique which seems to get more and more difficult with this poetic theme. I looked up the pools of inspiration noted at the bottom (except the story which could not be found, since it is noted a classmate wrote it) and it is wonderful how each was included within the piece, they all have a different feel and theme to them yet they intertwine nicely here in this write. But overall this piece truly blew me away.

    • 9 years ago

      by Rusheena

      Thank you so much for the awesome comment! That means a lot coming from you, since I am a big fan of your work. I'm really glad that it all tied together nicely because I know that I can get lost in my own vibe and only write to suit my own taste. Also, I love critiques; you have no idea how helpful that is to me. Thanks again!

  • 10 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Not only does this poem have a dark essence to it but its also symbolic too.

    It started as a vivacious blue flicker
    dancing on the tip of a match,
    but it quickly raged out of control.
    I watched the fire smolder into a fury.

    ^^The opening sets the mood and the scene. At first I pictured a child playing with fire. That always happens and a child's curiosity always ends up in disaster.

    The crackling of wood and glass
    whispered into my ears all night,
    as the smoke filled my lungs.
    I was seconds away from death,

    ^^This one drew a very different picture. Here I had a feeling one either child's play has turned into a dangerous episode or someone is waiting to die. Either way it makes the reader to cringe while reading.

    but I had to stay.
    I had to watch it burn.
    I watched as the flames caressed the walls
    and wrapped around the staircase,
    covering everything in its path in a vivid
    red, orange, and yellow.

    ^^This stanza is so vivid and you did well by bringing the images to life by adding color, flavor and the dangers of it.

    The ending of the poem is symbolic. For the writer, along with the house of memories has burnt the past. Never to remember by not leaving a trace of it behind. A dark yet in a way a very painful and sad write.

    Congratulations on the win!

  • 10 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Congratulations girl! What a fantastic poem and so good to see you back writing something too! Missed your work!

    The flames are so vivid here, and you have described this so well in detail with stunning metaphors and words! A truly talented write.

    Well done you !

  • 10 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Rusheena amazed me... I've read this piece many times and fall in love with it over and over.

    Darkness burning at a strike of the match... consumed in flames.. The explicit details she uses makes me vision a woman entranced at the mere site of a match.. burning..
    Flames of a past perhaps, ashes to ashes, dust of death..

    Powerful display of words by Rusheena!!

  • 10 years ago

    by Liz

    I've been wanting to comment, but been too busy. I absolutely love the descriptions you've used, it feels as if I were standing there witnessing everything for myself. Truly amazing piece and well-deserved win. <3