Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Burning Beneath The Surface

by Chris Fordham

A chaotic inception—
born of the fire and running
burning to reach home,
the stream flowing.
    Unblistered you slither into the water,
    disappearing to darkness like dying embers.

Expecting a playful bark
from your canine expression.
You have the smile
of a beloved pet.
    I'd keep you for that alone,
    were it not for the slime.

One day a glide through
the clear scenery,
Ligthing the depths
in a glorious blaze.
    You're always welcome here,
    with your kin of the flame.

Added: 28.04.2010