Swinging Poe Fireballs Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I saw a man playing with fire,
Dancing around like like to tires,
Spinning he moves and keeps going,
Swinging his hands turning strings,
With fire dancing at the end,
To a sound that went on and on,
Only to stop when the flame is gone,

This poe fireball, lights like fire,
Dances like fire but not on its feet,
Dances on arms but not its own
Like flying on wings not our own,
Just the man turning once again,
To give a world warmth it had never seen,
Even in the dreams of little stars,
That danced brightly in the sky.

Would I fear to try a poe fireball lit,
Tied to my feet like a toe,
And dance around fire in hand,
Waving a wand that has magic,
I throw in the air to cast spells,
On everyone to make them happy,
The way the poe fire man does?

Would there was a fairy,
To throw fire and burn my heart,
And make me swing round and round,
Me turning, with arms swinging,
My own poe fireball in the hand lighting,
The very one deep in me,
To keep it dancing with joy like him,
This poe fireball man who dances always,
To the sound of fire in hand.