A Poemside Chat

'Ello lovely readers! Today I want to share a little somethin' somethin' I wrote in the way of poetry.

Bathed by Samantha Bennett

In the shadow world she lives,
A fallen, lonely place.
In the dark
She clutches a match and strikes light.
A thousand little fires on the countryside.

She scurries,
From pit to pit,
Wrestling to keep the fires in check.
The flames lick, stronger, brighter
Until their tangled light is her horizon.

She moves to flee,
To escape the flames of her hand.
She fights, stumbles,
Her charred skin howling.
Beyond the bend, she spots a seaside lit with stars.

Burns from the fire throb,
Reminders of her fallen world.
But under the jewel sky,
Light tastes so divine,
She tosses her match into the waves and lets the moonlight bathe her skin.