Poet Merima Jackson examines the nature of spark of life in “The Fire”.
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Orange and red coals lie hidden,
Charred wood, obscures them.
Is the fire dead?
Have its ravings bright and seemingly eternal, exhausted it?
I blow on the coals.
It seems dead: spent.
Then a flame tickles the blackened wood.
It is like me, I decide.
The unseen urges it on.
Burning gaily, spreading warmth and comfort.
I am that fire; living a life of contrasts,
Sometimes withdrawn and sometimes brilliant.
Merima Jackson is a writer, poet, creative, student and proud member of the Twilight School community. We look forward to featuring more of her writing here on twilightschool.org.