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. . .A Flicker'd Flame

Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.


A dash, a sash a quiver, a shiver in her walk
A giggle that tickled a lie within her flicker'd talk.
Feet dainty, face so saintly she mastered the mask
Sighs so girly, storms so swirly and jokes of her task.

A flicker'd flame dust be her shiny name
The stars shed all reason torn and lame.
Her wings slow, sure, and candle gripped
A flicker'd flame, a tinsel crown with waxon tears that drip.

Graciously dimming as souls she is seeing
The clouds stomp their singing of to be and being.
Her childish threats and worldly spats
A flicker'd flame, and ruling rats.

Serpents in unison smiling so comical
While her crickets guard her female domiscile.
And drops of love in days of past
A panting, a painting a mime so cast.

A shining shoe her laughing quietely blue
Sighing so girlish--hiding his filthy grasp anew.
His hand so old, wrinkled, yet firm
His eyes sharp *she strums a dying worm.

Footsteps. She hears two legions of frozen angels
Winking, reminding her of slippery caves so mangled.
A flicker'd flame that curses her name in nameless ancient rain
Hypocrites dance her dragon now reigns.

Seeking her lover knowing no other she shuns a robe
Laughing at flame cursing his name of light, stone and strobe.
Eating their lives in moments dark
Snickering, mild bickering a tear for her lonely lark.

Flicker'd flame no more a hint of life or trampled lint.
She dreams in flames and names of female glint.
Shy, sly, a hidden cry a serpent's venom sweet
A flicker'd flame, oh girl arise and gaze on dancer's feet.

Fear no more, flicker'd flame oh girl of wonder
Cast its die as I your mentor die let not idle lips your secret plunder.
Walk gently whisper chanting on my sinking grave
Observe, reflect, and recall your only nameless slave.

A flicker'd flame won't burn forever in small hands.
His love penetrates, disintegrates, sprites dance over her lands.
Eagles cease a flight yet long to see
His silk cape flying free while soaking up eternity.

(*she strums a dying worm could be meant as a metaphor for a feeble grasping for life's last breaths).

© 2016 Kenneth Avery


Kenneth Avery on November 13, 2016:

@Gypsy Rose Lee: thank you sweet lady for your very kind remarks. You made my night and I do have a few more of this style in the hopper.

@Faith-Hope-Love: thank you, kind friend, for your comments. It makes me feel great to know that my followers appreciate the things that come from my heart.

@bravewarrior: thank you so much, dear friend, for your reading this piece. And thank you for your nice remarks.

May God bless YOU all with an abundance of blessings and write me anytime.

Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on November 11, 2016:

This is amazing, Kenneth. It can be interpreted in so many ways. Worthy of several reads to allow each message to seep through the words and into the mind.

Faith-Hope-Love on November 03, 2016:

GOOD. Very deep and Broad. A great piece, I will be re-reading this piece a few more times. Well written.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 02, 2016:

Absolutely awesome and makes the imagination dance. Keep those great poetic works coming.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 27, 2016:

Hi, old albion,

Thank you for your nice comment. I really cherish the comments that are given me by my wonderful friends whom I call my followers.

I am convinced that YOU too, are a very talented writer. Please keep up your work and write me at anytime.

Graham Lee from Lancashire. England. on October 26, 2016:

Hi Kenneth. Wonderful work here from you. So original, so deep, so many layers. Indeed I had to read it several times to appreciate it's depth. Absolutely first class. Well done.


Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 26, 2016:

Hello, BlossomSB,

"Your comment and friendship are both APPRECIATED beyond description."

"I hate to think where I would be without my Very-Treasured Followers."

"May God bless you."

"Write me anytime you like."

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 26, 2016:

Hi, breakfastpop,

" . . .Thank YOU Sincerely for your sweet comment that made me feel alive and useful. These days, these two feelings do not surface in me at one time, but I.O.U. Big time."

"And if there is anything that I can ever do for you, just whisper."

"Write me anytime."

Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on October 26, 2016:

That is an amazing poem - you certainly have a style that is all your own and it has so many layers.

breakfastpop on October 26, 2016:

This is a very interesting piece. There is so much to it, that I need t read it over and over again to grasp all its nuances.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 25, 2016:

Hi, Jodah,

Hey, good friend, talented writer, thank you kindly for your welcome back to HP.

And I am going to finish my reply to your super-nice comment before I edit out the girl at the top. Thanks for the heads-up.

I will email you in a jiffy.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 25, 2016:


May God bless you richly for your sweet comment.

I very much appreciate YOU and your comments that have

made me feel great.

Have a Great evening and write to me anytime you like.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 25, 2016:

Wow, Kenneth I love this abstract but emotion charged poem. Welcome back my friend. I envy your wonderful word smithing. Just one tip...make the second photo the main picture for the hub. The girl holding the lamp is stunning. (The first photo has iStock Getty Image watermarks all over it. Watermarks are a no no on photos at HubPages. Just so you know.) Oh, and can you please email me. You never got back to me about that "urgent" issue.

Audrey Hunt from Idyllwild Ca. on October 25, 2016:

You have me captivated with your emotionally charged poem. You have such a rare talent Kenneth.

Hugs from Nashville.

Kenneth Avery (author) from Hamilton, Alabama on October 25, 2016:

always exploring,

"Thank you, sweet friend. I cannot thank you enough. But your flash fiction is growing on me more and more."

"I appreciate your warm comment so much. I remember the very night that this hub was first drafted and it has been edited no less than twice and very carefully. And I added an additional verse, but that is up to the reader to find."

"Now I can take a REAL break and work on more projects I have on my laptop and look forward to reading your notes again and YOU keep up your great work."

Love You!

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on October 25, 2016:

Wow Kenneth, this is an amazing write. You came back like a tornado. Flicker'd Fame has many layers to enjoy. The last picture is perfect for this whimsical tale. Well done....

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