Fire

Unfurling hands of crimson flame,
Absorb abundant wood.
Growing heat dissolves the same,
From fear is anger stood.
Creeping energy becomes a game,
And laughter stems the mood,
Of distractions felt without the pain,
And love without the good.


© 2000 by Margaret Tanzy

Back to Athena’s Poems, etc.

Back to "Literary" Attempts