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The Dangers and Beauty of Fire (Prose & Poetry)

Updated on January 9, 2017

Sudden Danger Flames

I wrote this poem after sitting in front of a fire and realizing that the mesmerizing flame had a lot of inspiration burning in it. It had romance; it had an attachment with the devil and hell; it had a danger sign on it, and it also had a magical balance to its flame.

While watching the pretty flames that were changing colors of a deep red orange and blue, I was remembering, at one point, the dangerous side that fire possessed. Back in, I believe 2010, while home alone with my son, who was a baby at the time, I came out of my bedroom from checking on him as he was sleeping, then walked to the kitchen where a flame had caught on the stove and was engulfing that corner of the room. It reached all the way up to the ceiling, and I knew that I would not be able to control it, nor did I have time. So, I grabbed the phone and my baby boy and headed outside where I called the fire department while I watched the black smoke pour out of our chimney. I could not believe what was happening, I just knew that everything was gone, even my little puppy we had just gotten that I, out of panic, forgot was in the back room. Thankfully, our local fire department were fast responders and could get my puppy and contain the fire that they said was almost gone by the time they entered our home. The house was pitch black with soot, and the kitchen was destroyed, but by the grace of god, the flames had gone almost completely out. I think the firefighters were as shocked as I was. Needless to say, I learned my lesson about the danger of the fiery flame. Fires scare me a bit now. I don’t try to get too close to them.

The Flame Has Spirit Power

However, I cannot deny the beauty of fire, and the magic it possesses. Then I realized my captivation with it could be linked as far back as my Cherokee ancestry. The famous bonfire dances and chants to the spirits. I mean, maybe it’s far fetched, but I have this deep feeling inside of me that if I were to light a bonfire, and put on war make-up, I would know how to do chant and bounce around the flame. After all, my great-grandmother was a full-blooded Cherokee. Her name was Harley Texas. Which to me never sounded like an Indian name, until you hear that her parents named her and all her sisters after states. I guess that makes Indian sense. Believe me, she was an Indian. When she got sick, and knew she would die, she tried to build one of those pretty fires in the middle of the den floor and do her chants. It was a scary but funny story. This poem I would also like to dedicate to her and her son, my grandfather, he had so much Indian pride. I was his papoose (baby indian). Yes, that was my nickname from him. I wasn’t always a blonde. Surprised??

A Dancing Devil

Hell's Flames

Don’t we all have this image of how hell would be? I thought about Hell as well, and how frightening it must be burning eternally in those deep red flames. I could almost see the devil dance, and that was a lot of inspiration for this poem also. I made reference to how a flame could burn at the touch. We all know it could do so much more damage than that though. Going back to my kitchen catching on fire, I always shudder to think what could have happened if we didn’t make it out. We could have died or we could have survived with terrible burns that scarred us for life. I don’t even like to think about it, and I do see the devil in the flames when I think of how so many have suffered this way.

Do not miss this version of the song "Ring of Fire"

Beautiful and Romantic Flames

Finally, there can be extreme beauty and romance in those flames; blankets by the fire with the love of your life, a bottle of wine and a glow dancing in each other's eyes, the warmth of the flames and just enjoying the love two people share. That is another reason to see beauty in the flame.

So, the day I thought of this poem was one of those days of deep thinking for me. This time my extensive thoughts were on the good and bad of something that to me in that moment seemed very beautiful with its warmth and color. The complexity of fire was my inspiration for the poem. I hope you like it.


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Beautiful Fire Meditation


The Devil's Dance

Both scared and

mesmerized by

the devil’s dance…

I watch as wild

embers burn and

tease romance.

No mercy does the

flames give out…

if you touch them,

you may scream

and shout.

Eyes that radiate

the color glow…

blue and orange

intertwined just


A most lovely display

of warmth and


a most dangerous

burn if you fall

in it.

The flames reach

up into the sky…

they dance on the


they throw sparkle

with the stars.

Then lower and lower

the dance gets


the devil sways

small; the moon

shines on…

illuminating up

high from heaven’s


The devil still burns

deep under ash…,

but the devil will

not dance again

this night.

Instead, he finally

fades out turning

to black…

burying himself

within the Earth’s


© 2016 Missy Smith


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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Thank you, Deb. I tried to put a great deal of thought into my vision of fire in this one. I hoped it would gain an interest among the readers.

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      Deb Hirt 20 months ago from Stillwater, OK

      This was a great piece of work, for I could just see and feel the historical significance in this.

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Thank you so much, Bill. Your comment means the world to me.

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      Bill Holland 20 months ago from Olympia, WA

      You are a craftsman of words....very talented....your insights are what blow me away. You have a poet's heart for sure.

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      This one was fun to write. Thanks for taking some time to read it, Surabhi.

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      Surabhi Kaura 20 months ago

      Wonderful imagery and beautiful choice of words, Missy. Brilliant!! I also liked the videos... meditation one was so serene. A superb poem! It's always a pleasure to read whatever you write :)

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Thanks Dana. Glad you stopped by and read my thoughts on fire. :)

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Thanks Gypsy!

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      Dana Tate 20 months ago from LOS ANGELES

      Missy, first let me say that I am so glad that you and your son got out in time Fires are beautiful and dangerous and I love to watch the flames. Beautiful poem.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 20 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Absolutely amazing and great imagery!

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Oh my Denise! I bet that scared you tremendously! I'm glad it was only a bad hair day for a few months. Whew!

      Fire has a magical ambiance doesn't it? Nevertheless, it also has a danger attached to it. I liked the thoughts that came to my mind when I was watching the fire. I love poetry, because you can have a simple thought that takes off to so many other visions. The easy process of thinking and daydreaming can set your mind reeling to artistic worlds.

      Thank you for stopping by and reading my poetry. :)

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      Missy Smith 20 months ago from Florida

      Thanks so much, Stella. I love that you love my poetry. I hope I can keep you interested in my thoughts when you visit my page. :)

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      Denise McGill 21 months ago from Fresno CA

      What they all said! The beautiful imagery and the warning about the dangers plus the personal element of your story: it all gives you pause to reflect on the importance of caution. When I was a little girl, I love the mesmerizing power of fire and loved having candles in my bedroom. One day what leaning over the candle my very long hair caught fire and as the snapping, popping flames climbed closer and closer to my face I had the presence of mind to slap them with my hands. Miraculously I wasn't burned but had a hair do with one side a good deal shorter than the other. I stopped playing with candles after that. It seems you have to have a close encounter to finally have respect for fire. Thanks for the lessons.



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      stella vadakin 21 months ago from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619

      Missy, Glad it all turned out good for your family and the puppy. My friend was a Cherokee and one of my most loyal friends. I love your poems and the photos of the fire. Stella

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      Missy Smith 21 months ago from Florida

      Thanks so much, MizBejabbers. I, myself, am not familiar with Nox. I just recently found their music on YouTube and thought it fit in well with my writing. The Indian chant I posted, is not of Cherokee, but of Navajo, but I felt it still gave a great emotion to what I was trying to say about my pull to the fire through Indian culture. I'm very proud of my Cherokee background. I wish I would have had a picture of my great grandmother to post, but that would have taken me a year to go through my parents' photos to find one. She died many years ago. I was still quite small.

      I'm so glad you stopped by to read this poem. God Bless!

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      MizBejabbers 21 months ago

      Missy, I'm so glad you and your son (and puppy, too) made it out, so you could write your beautiful poetry. I loved sitting by my parents' fireplace and watching the flames. Unfortunately, we don't have one. I love your fire song by Nox. My husband I are both Cherokee, and collect native music, but I'm not sure we have any of theirs.

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      Missy Smith 21 months ago from Florida

      So happy to hear you like my word choice. It's funny how words can come to you just by staring at something. Thanks for stopping by, Frank! :)

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      Missy Smith 21 months ago from Florida

      I would dig one of those photos of me as a brunette out, but today I would just rather not remember her. lol... I will try one day to share the old me. :) Thanks for stopping in and reading my poem, Jodah!

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      Missy Smith 21 months ago from Florida

      Thank you, Swalia! :)

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      Missy Smith 21 months ago from Florida

      So pleased you enjoyed my viewpoints and the poem, Al. :)

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      Frank Atanacio 21 months ago from Shelton

      I love the imagery and your choices of words to make this a wonderful poem.. great imagination you have too.. awesome Missy :)

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      John Hansen 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Another great hub Missy. Fire does hold a special entrancement doesn't it? But as a former fire fighter I know that it must always be respected (as you do from your experience). Wonderful poem and reference to your Cherokee heritage and your great grandmother Harley Texas..great name. Love your new profile photo too..trying to imagine you with black hair :)

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      Shaloo Walia 21 months ago

      Beautiful imagery in this poem!

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      Word 21 months ago from Chicago

      Go Missy! You amaze me with your viewpoints of life and yet putting them to poetry. I can relate to the characteristics of fire as you've pointed out here. Great job and God bless!