Fire In My Head

My parents always told me I was an unusual child! When I began seeing visions at the age of six, everyone passed it off as childish fantasy.

As I grew older the visions became more detailed and urgent! There were visions like the time my grandmother was sick with cancer, and I saw her complete and whole again. Within that year she made a complete recovery.

Other visions were not as measurable, such as the time I spoke to my grandfather who had died the year before. He assured me all was well and not to worry.

Yesterday, I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head. I had an unusual feeling of anxiety and fear. It was New Years Day, 2020. The sun was bright, the trees were bare; but, there was this ominous dread like never before.

Painting – Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse we are writing prosery, which is a flash fiction piece of 144 words that includes a given line from a poem. Kim gave us this line: I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head –from The Song of Wandering Aengus, by William Butler Yeats.

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38 thoughts on “Fire In My Head

  1. I know that’s one of your paintings. Perfect for the prompt and for your story. It has to be both wonderful and terrible to have a gift like that. I really hope his grandfather shows up and tells him not to worry again. I knew your story would be worth the wait 🙂

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  2. Beautiful painting, easily imaginable as the burning bush of Moses. And given the autobiographical prophetic voice of your story, very fitting. I wonder if we would have believed the last prophecy had it come in early 2020.

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  3. Oh this was so well done Dwight with your picture and your words.
    You’re parents were right, you are so special with your visions and lucky they were able to give voice to them. Oh scary was 2020 with the fires and nice add with the Hazel Wood prompt

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  4. A wonderful pairing of art and fiction, Dwight, and I too thought of William Blake and his visions. It’s not easy being a gifted child. I like the topical ending and hope there was a better prophesy for 2021.

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  5. The world we live in is far more than what you see or hear. There is a spiritual dimension or cosmic consciousness/intelligence. Death is not the end and birth is not the beginning. Spiritual awareness is being awake to subtle entities which lie between dreams and death and generally a crystallized clarity on even the most mundane of tasks or objects.

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