Miss Havisham's Fire

by Philip F. Clark

Miss Havisham went up in an ardent
flame -- a gladiolus that bloomed fast and thick

catching her breath somewhere between

ecstasy and surprise. The cake soon flowered too,
and then everything bloomed: the silk 

and the chairs, her lace and her desire;

the windows flared as she turned,
looking around the room whose

furniture for years
held only you.