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My Third Poem....

A Dance With The Flames

The Doctors tried to cushion their words -
" Her mind is ill at ease" they diagnosed;
their fingers held to the side of their nose.
She wanted to scream at them. So she did
"I'm just plain f***ing crazy!" She spat out.
They all shook their heads with a sense of pity and watched
her wild face contorting to all her emotions.

She laughed in their faces,
They burrowed their brows at her.
She spun, in a pivoting circle,
splashing a liquid guard all around her.
The liquids fumes rose,
thick like smoke,
and burned the observers nose.
Questions were whispered, they were all so perplexed..
but her.
She knew what was being done.
Sudden realisation smacks one man in the face and he screamed her name as she lit the match.

The scream echoed,
over and over,
ringing through the walls,
followed by a faint 'tick' as the match hit the concrete floor.

The roaring filled her ears and seeped into her brain.
The onlookers screeched and the doctors hummed.
"Her mind is ill at ease" the all chorused in triumph.

"Crazy" she yelled "F***ing f***ing crazy!"
and her hair whipped across her face.
Painted the same colour as the flames.
Her body writhed in time to her shrieks.
It was a fiery dance;
a dance for the fire.

Or, as the doctors professed, a dance with the fire.
Neither knew.
But they knew it made her look alive.
Her body was stirring
and the flames were leaping.

The crowd rubbed their eyes as the two became one.
The flames continued to expand and the smoke rose higher.
She was in her circle of life.
It was crazy, wild and unpredicted and she felt at home.

The men in red appeared,
armed with huge hoses.
The sprayed her living kingdom down.
Still she continued to dance,
the flames no longer needed.
Their image was permantly enscribed into her mind.
The roaring glued in her ears,
and to close her eys and see the glowing flames brought a manic smile to her drawn in face.

The men tied her to a bed and wheeled her into their
flashing white van.
She passed the doctors,
and the crowd,
with their mouths agape.

The doctors hummed,
their fat fingers pressed to the side of their nose.
"She's crazy" one said
"F***ing crazy" another corrected.
She gave them a deranged smile "No, my mind is just ill at ease"

Neither knew,
but they could all see she looked alive.

Natalie Bain

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