Poem Hour Eight

Like Wildfire

She is a wildcat, burning strong,
Furious and bright as wildfire,
Claws sharp and deadly,
Ready to attack.

Or defend,
A lioness protecting
The young and helpless.
Cleansing fire spreading wide.

With wildfire in her veins
She is glorious.
Or awful.
A black hole pulling you into her molten centre.

She is no longer nothing.
She is everything.
Wildcat. Wildfire. Wild.
Woman.

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