How You Kill A Fire

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When did I stop burning?

I remember the way my small heart
blazed
as I meandered down
earthen paths
arms outstretched
I wanted to pull Creation in
close
and whisper hallowed truths over
Her shoulders
I was not afraid
then
I burned
Spilling light like so many stars

I remember watching my
mother light
cigarettes
Her bright lips pursed
just so
There was that flash of
fire then
smoldering ember
then
a smile
It was then that I took furtive sips from her
coffee cup
Placing my lips over the ruby
red prints from her lipstick
as if they were my own
It was then that our eyes
met
across the blue cloud of
smoke that hung like a
Spirit
between us
She held fire
I drank it

At what point did the
voices
start pooling into all my
hollow places
the ones quiet and dark
where genius and madness are
born?
Something shifted
such that the
timbre and cadence of
words
not my own
draped heavier than
air
wicking away the light
Extinguishing

This
Is
How
You
Kill
A
Fire

I want to burn
again
I want pulsing orange and
flecks of ruby dripping
The words
-All the words-
need to fly
like sparks
I need gentle
hands
wrapped just so
cupping my flame
So
I
can
Burn

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Holly Grantham
Holly is a wife, very relaxed homeschooling mom of three boys, snapper of photos, coming of age writer and a soul drowning in grace. After years in Atlanta where she attended college, married the love of her life and lived in an intentional community, she found her way back to her home state of Missouri. She now lives in an antebellum stone house, raises chickens (sometimes) and pretends that she lives in the country.
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  • WHOA.

    • Holly

      Love you.

  • Tammy Chase Whitney

    Any words I offer seem shallow….wow….so good. Thank you for sharing your heart.

    • Holly

      Thank you for your generous words, Tammy.

  • Blessings to you, Holly, as you go forward into new fire and watch the sparks fly!

    • Holly

      Thank you, Michele.

  • Monica Sharman

    “She held fire
    I drank it”

    Amazing, Holly.

    • Holly

      That stanza was my favorite. Thank you so much.

  • Kelly Christian

    MAD SNAPS girl. speak, poet, speak! very nice. i love how you said it by not saying. THANK YOU. This is the kind of poetry from Christian writers i really appreciate. I get you, but you’re not obvious. Very very excellent. Write on.

    • Holly

      Thank you, Kelly. It is always so beautiful to me when others *see* what my heart writes.

  • Leah Abraham

    Everything about this. Gosh Holly. You did it again.

    • Holly

      Thank you, Leah. That means so very much coming from you. So much.

  • Oh, that first stanza. I want to experience Creation in this way….

    • Holly

      Why do we forget?

  • Lauren Smothers

    Again, I feel this..
    Love you. I get you..
    You have the flint…
    Use it..

    • Holly

      I know you do. I know. Thank you. I love you.