Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

After the Fire

by Michelle Kiselbach

I am a dormant ember
crying in the ash.
Once a lively piece of
timber, now scorched
by anger and neglect.

There is a chance
to chip away my black flesh,
blow tender air, feed it kindling -
fresh new beginnings.

But please no more salty
morning dew and teasing
pokes. Let fire be fire and
wind be wind. Let whatever be
turn out in the end

Added: 30.11.2008