The Volcano

Poetry Competition Entry. Hope you enjoy!


1. The Volcano

Skipping down a rocky path

over my arm is a berry basket

filled with foxes

their fiery tails wisping in a wind

that isn't there

I'm on my way

to the volcano


My dagger strikes the nylon strings

sharpening my guitar

so I may eat the music it feeds me

the blade lifts the glossy wood

one more time

now I can play


I breathe aurora borealis

waves of color

with a berry-like taste

I need not breath mints

I have lights for words

a sea for a tongue

and ice for lips.

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