A Poemside Chat: Take Two

I haven't started a new story yet. It's not there, and I don't want to force it. So... poetry! That's right, my friends. When the story is still wisps and smoke and not quite graspable, I say, "'Ello inner poet, bring your quill and enjoy some Moosetracks ice cream with me." Here is the inner poet's latest creation:

Phoenix

By Samantha Bennett

Beauty,

Tucked in the ashes,

Hidden among the smolders,

Glowing and remembering,

So bright, so free.

Memories,

Harden and form,

With dashes of light,

Swelling from the dust,

Unfurling, like petals from a bulb,

A phoenix.