Fire

Second part of a sort-of series (though each poem stands alone easily as well).

fire---
the glinting in her eyes
heart ablaze with passion
feet moving in a carefree dance
yet she's more than she seems;
a spark of mischief
a glimmer of hope
she'll persevere, adapt, survive

she can be calm as a candle flicker
or wild as a roaring fire
playful flames; joyous, free
do not play with fire---
you'll burn if you get too close
and she has mysteries you'll never know

Reviews

[ANTO]

"she'll persevere, adapt, survive" - I really like this phrasing - the punchiness of it.
Its a great follow-up to Ice
If I had one criticism it would be that its a wee bit too similar to Ice - I realise they are parts of a collection but the whole of the second stanza in both is almost identical, I also get that you are drawing parallels too but the 'sameness' doesnt sit well with me.
It is very intriguing writing though and I love the choice of vocab.

[Brenda Woods]

Thanks!
I did write them to mirror each other intentionally - the line counts in each stanza and punctuation mirrors as well - but I do see how they could be too similar. Thanks for the advice!

[ANTO]

No I wasnt thinking out of the box there Brenda - Yes I can see what you were doing in my mind now - thats clever!

[Brenda Woods]

Ahh, thank you! :)

[Aatharva Banaitkar]

Awesome piece of work there no more words to express it better

[Brenda Woods]

You're too kind, thank you very much!

[Aatharva Banaitkar]

Awesome piece of work there no more words to express it better

[Aatharva Banaitkar]

Awesome piece of work there no more words to express it better