I am fire
by Marsala Strachan
I am frightening.
I can be made from lightning.
One small spark brought me awake.
I am winding like a big red snake.
I am like a blood red wall.
I am the beast that ate it all.
My flames flickered, I crept.
I snickered and then … I leapt.
I am roaring.
Catching every bird that is soaring.
- Marsala’s poem received a Special Mention in the 12th Kathleen Julia Bates Memorial Writing Competition. For full results click here.