Tis the final post of poetry week one-and part two of my make-up posts- and we’ll end it with a BANG! Tomorrow marks the beginning of haiku week so prep yourself! I know I will…not that I haven’t been prepared all along. Insert karmatic coughing here. On to business, however and here’s the poem:
Flame genies saunter in the grate; tossing, spitting, licking the door of fate.
Contained yet restless
Urging to break free,
Threatening exposure and firery blasphemy.
Monkey, monkeys, their faces to the door; rattling the bars, pounding on the floor.
Powerful limbs, paused to leap.