a jilted woman,
a riot in the streets,
a butcher,
a book,
and nowhere to hide.
running around with a fake sword,
trying to throw a bottle away,
and find a place to put my book.
people running, snowflakes falling,
on the huge piles of snow.
running water,
put out a fire.
a woman hiding,
in a house.
a family member,
shunted from their home,
trying to impress them.
confusion,
nighttime,
a fake sword,
a bonfire,
snow in bottles,
a single friend,
soon lost,
in the confusion.
a starry sky,
pine trees all around.
a butcher hanging,
from a pole,
dripping dripping,
put the fire out.
how was this fire,
so hot upon my skin,
come to be?
i do not know,
but it is gone now,
as well as this dream,
that came to me in the night.
A very nice and interesting poem