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.

Sometimes sleeping,

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Sometimes withdrawn and sometimes brilliant.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

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.