Run from the fiery dance


The red, the yellow, God they frighten me, the heat, the fear is all that I can see. Run, run, run for your life’s get your husbands, children, grab your wives.

Pound, pound, stomp, stomp the sound of people running for their lives! Go, go this is your only chance to escape the fiery dance.

No time for saving your possessions, no time to find the cat he will be gone to safety you can be sure of that.

Go, go don’t look back , duck, duck hear those windows crack. How did this happen what did we do…. nothing , nothing , is that really true.

15 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zendictive
    Jan 29, 2012 @ 10:58:57

    wow, has this happened to you? I have had this situation three times in my life. Awaking up in the midd;e of the night with fire men knocking down my door. another time my brother woke me and the smoke so thick I couldn’t see him. No fire men, the back of the house was in flames and we put it out with water hoses. Went back to sleep, the next morning the fire men show up and start axe’n the house. we already put the fire out but they said they had to check. crazy. I hope this wasn’t written from experience. but if it is… I am glad to hear your here to write about it.


    • willowdot21
      Jan 29, 2012 @ 12:33:14

      OH! I hope I have not awoken any unwanted memories and I am so glad that you have manage to escape the fiery dance three times in your life I shall pray that you never have to run from it again! I have not been caught in that situation, thank God and I hope and pray I never will!! No I was just thinking about people loosing homes and life to bush fires, or just people loosing their everything in a house fire. December just gone fire hit a house about a quarter mile from here and I often pass it on my walks. I see the blackened hulk of it left waiting to be re built. Fortunately no one was hurt but they lost so much and just before Christmas. Then last summer there were extensive forest fires again not far from here we were un-affected but people we might easily passed in the town or the shops were. It bought the idea of the fiery dance as that is how a fire looks when it is dancing through a house or a forest! I am very wary of fire as when a small child my older brothers were playing foot ball in the house ( totally not allow!!) my dad had removed the fire guard to remove the hot ashes tray, the ball hit me I fell and my tiny hand went out to steady my fall ..straight into the fire. I remember a painful and tearful bus ride to the hospital of course I totally recovered but I am very respectful of fire, as I guess you are! ..I have gone on a tad sorry!


  2. zumpoems
    Jan 29, 2012 @ 22:21:34

    Like the juxtaposition of style against content. Nicely done!


  3. Vampire Weather
    Jan 30, 2012 @ 03:15:07

    What a terrifying thought. The consuming pursuer hot on the heels, as it were. A frightful tale, and well told!


  4. granbee
    Jan 30, 2012 @ 17:30:20

    A very successful and vivid description of folks needing the get themselves and their loved ones to safety when disaster strikes. Also a very effective metaphor for where to place priorities when leaving behind emotionally and mentallty dangerous environments that will “burn up” our spirits


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  6. bearspawprint
    Nov 22, 2013 @ 05:19:17

    Did you paint the picture, too?


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