Fire
Fire! Fire!
Kipling’s red flower!
The immaterial dancer
Who the wild can’t master
Fire the owner
Of a strange desire
To hold the flames of fire
In the midst of danger
Fire that pales
In a splash of water
And yet reignites
At the smallest amber
Fire a friend
To those who tame it
But a deadly enemy
To those who can’t use it
Fire the master
And Fire the slave
The wild encased
In an immaterial flame!
Copyright © 2011 by May Kwek
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