Firecracker Girl

She’s like a Chinese paper lantern,

glowing up the night;

like a bunch of lilac flowers,

purple, velvet, bright.

She’s like a thousand colors all in one,

tornado-earthquake-thunderstorm.

She trails incense on her fingers,

leaves flowers in her bed,

sleeps without pajamas on,

makes up stories in her head.

One moment she’s the air you breathe,

the next she takes your breath away,

she makes you blush, turns you pale,

runs here, runs there, yet always stays.

She makes these starbursts in your world

that you’ve never seen before.

She’s a firecracker girl.

Author's Note

Haha, take it as you wish ;)

Reviews

[Dawn Jones]

"One moment she’s the air you breathe,
the next she takes your breath away"

I have a line insanely close to this one in a poem in my recently published book 'Into The Never'. It's something different when someone can make you feel this way. I like this poem. I love the imagery and your word usage.

[Senseless whatever]

Love this one for sure. Ended too quickly for me. You had me trapped with the rhythm and images from the start. Fantastic.

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

I thought this was a very good poem. It was interesting. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Khaotic Katastrophe]

all around amazing

[GunMetal]

Wow. Simply incredible. I was taken with the beauty of this entire poem. and the flow, the structure, the rhyming, the imagery.
Perfect.

[Elizabeth]

Oh wow. This is actually really cool. It makes me want to know this character, she seems so interesting. I love your similes and such, especially the first and third stanzas. Great write! :D

[Holly O'Brien]

i loves it...very intriguing...she doesn't sound like too much trouble lol

[Art]

Nice work...a very creative and well expressed view of thoughts through poetry...nice...

[Ruth]

This reminds me a little of Cornflake Girl by Tori Amos for some reason lol Beautiful poem:) xx

[Charles]

Rather well done, isn't it? A nicely paced poem with visual appeal as well as a light-hearted approach to the subject. I don't quite see the notion of tornado-earthquake-thunderstorm as the closing line in a stanza that focuses on color and sight - I see these things as gray and hear them as loud and raucous. Great job otherwise!

This is a great piece, all the color and movement make it a sensory delight.
~Calypso Firebutton