MARY
"Stop! it's too dangerous!" a voice screams behind him. "Please don't
go in..." the voice trails off. Walls of billowing smoke consume him,
but he knows his way. He stumbles into the bedroom, "Mary, I'm
here!" Collapsing onto the bed, he grabs the old picture frame and
closes his eyes.
By Rosie Wakefield
I really liked this poem, as a vivid image was instantly created in my mind. In this poem, it seems as if the protagonists wife or lover previously died in perhaps a fire, which is evident through the description "billowing smoke consume him". The faint dialogue he repeatedly hears, could be the haunting voices of the fire brigade restraining him from entering the room where the fire was. Through his exclamatory "Mary, i'm here!" it highlights his guilt but determination to make it up to her somehow.
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