It started with a spark
that like a drop in still water
rippled
until the small softly undulating ripples
became delicate foamy waves
and the waves grew
with each nod and affirmation
of declared righteousness
plunging fists pushing the air
and stomping feet splashing the puddles,
determined to shake the earth and sky
a wildfire started
by the mere flutter of a butterflies wings
fanning an ember
so she wouldn't, herself, get burned.
a tsunami of impulsive fire
raging
fueled by laissez-faire,
devil-may-care,
loathing
and zealous "saintly" fear.
But One should always mind their numbers
their tongues, and their company
It started with a spark
but it ended with thirteen graves
and bonfire nights
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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All of this was stunning but these lines, "fanning an ember / so she wouldn't, herself, get burned" in particular absolutely blew me away. Great poem!