Fire

A poem in celebration of days of high energy

Just because I felt happy…..and we should share it!

Fire

Somedays, I’m alive

How my touch paper sizzles

Fizzing as soda

I limbo life’s riddles

High-fiving the knives

As my dive boards to water

To summer cold shimmer

With bold heat I offer

My mind, wicker basket

Is filling and filling

I’m taking not asking

Jewelled brilliance spilling

The bird song it kisses

The missiles they miss me

Hogwash is moonwash

The stars they undress me

I’m lit as a beacon

I skittle the ocean

My senses at peak

All my glass ceilings broken

Pregnant with triumph

Expecting confection

Infecting the doubting

Then drinking their nectar

Sound surfs me in harpdom

Yielding foam as a wave

Advancing dry land

And romancing old caves

Immersing and pursing

I flood and I drench

My blood is an orange

My skin, a ripe peach

Words clamber in ears

As seals do on to rocks

Silken selkies that whisper

Time’s secrets forgot

I’m flicked on, alert

Prickling mass of live wire

My canvas of purpose

A wild sea of fire!

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