The Fiendfyre

When there is resentment between two individuals, there is bound to be an argument. Unless and until both of them talk to each other and resolve the issue, there is no end to the problem. Lack of communication and continued anger and frustration is the cause of displeasure in any relationship.

My poem, ‘The Fiendfyre’, is named so after a dark magic curse which generates an inextinguishable fire. The poem compares such growing resentment and the eventual drift in the relationship to this aforementioned fire.

It started as a slight friction-

An opposition of their thoughts

He thought he was right; she knew she was

Oh – what a clash it brought!

Like a flint on stone, it lighted up

Simmering low – but deep

Feeding on their passive resentment

It found its grounds – slowly tightening its grip.

Both were equally undulating

None would admit defeat

They could see their end approaching

But talking it out? What an impossible feat.

The anger and frustration at each other

Kept accumulating, rotting, deep in their hearts

Finding no outlet, it spread despair

Distancing them, taking them further apart

They couldn’t hold it within them any longer

Finally their limit was reached

All it took was one gesture – a tiny push

And the ugly monster was unleashed

Words – what power they hold

Capable of both inflicting pain and remedying it

And wound each other with words, they did

Cutting deep gashes, scarring – right where it hurt the most.

Thus their angst finally found words

But now it was too late

Their anguish made their souls writhe in pain

But they knew they’d brought upon themselves, this cruel turn of fate.

The simmering fire had unleashed its wrath

Their clash tore them forever apart

Like the crackle of wood as flames strike the log-

Burning their souls and charring their hearts.