by Katie Hager
If I am to howl, let it be loudly.
Let me sink my teeth deep within the song
and let not the cities of man crowd me.
For I am beast forever; time long gone.
Let the wind twist my hair and earth tremble
‘neath my feet whilst I roam weathered roads.
Man will not cage me; spirit resemble
the sun’s fire and ignite my soaring soul.
Life will not tame me, fate is a prison.
I am free, reckless and blissfully young.
Lest Death take me with divine precision,
let her hold her contemptuous tongue.
For I am the pulse of the compass rose
and ramble, I will, without ill repose.
Struck match magic
I like the way you
singe my fingers
You’ve got ways
of making me feel my
heart convulse, implode
Too close, burning
against the heat of
your fire magic