Harness!

By Rhiannonw

Mon, 10 Jan 2022
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8 comments
 

Friction heats to spark a light
in a match, which can ignite
fire in wood and coal so bright,
beacon warming in the night,
dancing flames of orange, red:
but confine! they must not spread
to destroy and damage, hurt,
reducing all around to dirt.

[IP: Fire]

 

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Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

I like this Rhiannon.

It's concise with a good rhythm which makes it flow off the tongue when read.

Turlough

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks. I like good rhythm  when I can too. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

This is a lovely poem, short and to the point. Fire is such a beautiful and yet dangerous thing.

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

Nicely done. I have a poem using rhyme and meter I should post from months ago. Maybe soon. I enjoyed your take on the IP. Paul :)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Paul. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

How you have "confine!" in the middle of the line, breaking the flow, works so well, it really stands out as a warning, and the rest of the poem explaining why. I wonder if first people using fire might have had rhymes like this? Even not so long ago when coal fires were in all houses, children must have been tought something along these lines?

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks. Yes, the strong fire-guards actually showed the danger clearly. Some dangers and necessary precautions are more difficult to explain to children, maybe. Rhiannon