A Dream Of A Past Life
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I concentrated, Intently, On her every word – The blink of her eye, The turn of her head, And her hand touching Her glorious hair. And every sound she made Floated joyously Like tiny white feathers That never landed – Never attenuated – Could never be lost. She was embedded Forever in my mind: Never to be forgotten But there came a moment When I turned my head – I know not why – And I was consumed By the mounting pyre. The spectacle of wood Stacked purposefully, Rhythmically. My stomach lurched, I felt the heat and flame. She called out my name. I was someone else She was eradicable. She was unchangeable - Save she had passed through the fire. © Allen Ansell 2023
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