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Robert Louis Stevenson and Autumn Fires

It’s autumn, no it’s not; oh yes it is and from the weather I have outside my window it’s well and truly autumn. Time to turn up the heating, snuggle on whatever piece of furniture you like best with who or what you like best and get comfy.

Here’s a little rhyme that, I think, sets the mood nicely for this time of year and will warm the cockles of your heart.

For those that don’t know, Robert Louis Stevenson was born and educated in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was a novelist and travel writer, most noted for such stories as Treasure Island, Kidnapped, and Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. Oh yes folks it seems that Mr Stevenson had a bit of a macabre side; Go Robby!

Today though, for your delight and pleasure here is:

Autumn Fires

In the other gardens
And all up in the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over,
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The grey smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

The Church

The Mush from the Hill 8 Comments

How could I forget?

Sacrilege scorched

To the back of my eyelids

And I see it over and over

Every time I close my eyes

 

This terrible memory

Has not been lost over time

As I recall that cruel night

A night as black as pitch

And the cold, icy and biting

 

From my bedroom window

I could see the church on the hill

A beacon of hope standing the test of time

Now engulfed in a flaming fiery blaze

That could have come from Hell itself

 

The star lit sky was bright orange

While the smoke created patterns

Swirling in the wind that fanned the blaze

The structure began to fail

Stone collapsed and wood splintered

 

Fixated by this terrible sight

I swear I saw dark shadows

Dancing around the fire

Their gestures in celebration of

The demise of this symbol of good

 

Mesmerised by the moment

I could see the flames

Through the shadows

Given the illusion of

Eyes and mouths and teeth

 

Orange red eyes that glowed

Mouths that formed toothy grins

Menacing grins that turned

Into what looked like

Open mouthed laughter

 

Each gesture melding into the next

With each shape changing and

Melting into the next demonic shape

And all I could do was stand my ground

Watching this terrible event unfurl

 

I didn’t sleep much that night

To a young boy witnessing

Such a cruel, frightening vision

My dreams were tormented by

The shadows scratching at my window

 

The next morning I woke

And sprung to my window

Had I witness a terrible nightmare

No; there it was the smouldering

Scorched unholy skeleton

 

I quietly wept, for hope had burned to the ground.

 

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