The Fire

Pen to paper

I am the fire
I am the stone
Searing flesh
And charring bone
Choking smoke
Aching tears
Evaporate
Extinguish fears
Steam rising
Power fierce
A mother’s sword
The world to pierce
I am the fury
Knuckles crack
Skin full of scars
Rippling back
Flaming arrow
Archers hold
Roaring blaze
Green eyes bold
Let fly the wind
Lightning flash
Berserker charge
Shields clash
If I need it
I will build it
My cup is full
For I have filled it
I am the soldier
Upon the field
I am the blade
To me, all yield
I am the fortress
All I desire
Black as night
I am the fire

About me:  Ekadevi is a single mother, raising a radiant ‘little flame’ and living a simple country life in Australia. She enjoys writing poetry about the wisdom that grows from facing life’s challenges.

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