Little Miss Arson

Her shadows were great
As she danced before her fire.
"Such beauty..."
She whispered, admiring the brilliant flames.
Ember eyes smoldered
And she longed to touch them
But, sadly, she knew better.
The burns had spoken loudly.
"Such grace..."
The vibrant colors danced,
leaping to the sky in flourishes, and
Landing with pointed toes
Back to mother.
"Such dominance."
The air crackled and fought against the smoke,
While the flowers crumbled to an unworthy ash.
"You shame it all, my burning love,
and I shan't settle for laying my eyes
on anything else."
A last kiss to the world
Left her fingertips in a hurry,
And Little Miss Arson
Gave herself to the flame.

Reviews

[Katie.]

Ember eyes smoldered
And she longed to touch them
But, sadly, she knew better.

^ lovely part. Those are my favorite lines. :)
A really good piece. I love the idea of fire.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the Haunted contest!

[Vesa Lee]

Ooh...so intriguing and rich.
You've used your words skillfully here, painting us a beautiful and haunting picture.
Great write and congrats on the first prize win. *smile*

[Sasavet]

Whoaaa..mysterious. I read this through three times, trying to figure out what I think Miss Arson was exactly. At first I thought she could be self-destructive, wanting to join the beauty and grace of the scorching flames, but then I thought it was a woman just wanting to be one with passion, but "knew better" as you put it. This could be taken many different ways, but I see it as a woman wrestling with temptation, and in the end giving in, but I don't see it as a failure, as sometimes giving in is what's right.

I tend to ramble about what I think a poem is about, and this could be completely off but that's just what I saw :P

Very, very intriguing, thanks for sharing.