In this free verse poetry, “Tame the Fire.”
In this free verse poetry, I was a six-year-old girl. My family lived on a farm in the countryside of Hayden, Id. It was a perfect Saturday, the weather was cooler, we were heading into fall.
It was perfect for burning trash in the old barrel on the side of the old shed. I was watching my brothers burning trash when something horrible happened. Life can change as quickly as a shift in the wind. I’ll describe through words in poetry.
Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire
At five and seven what did they
know of fire?
Nothing until that day.
Sticks and a barrel of flames.
Of fire that eats flesh, leaving you like
a sun-dried raisin.
Running, and laughing with fire,
it loves the wind and cloth.
It eats cloth.
It ate my brother’s leg.
He ran screaming, running from the
I ran too. I ran to get mother.
Mother was “the fire tamer.”
Mom threw him upon the
ground, like a rolling pin.
Rolling him back and forth,
like she was rolling out bread dough.
Bread she would make every Saturday.
Mother snuffed out the flesh-eating fire.