Volcano Poem by Maya Hanson

Volcano



moons
we are all moons
and my sister is a volcano

blue
we are all blue
and my sister explodes red

and we're still shuddering
as her meteorite screams through everyone's atmosphere

and now that you've seen me alone
I will keep you from her as long as I can
so you don't leap from this ledge
just to land straight in her arms

you are so much like me
but you don't want to kiss a mirror
and she is something you will never understand

we are all moons
but I don't want to rise

I want to stop being a metaphor
I want to stop being the wrong metaphor
I want to know that I could kill you if I wanted
she walks with that destruction and doesn't even feel its weight
Even when she's erupting
she has more magic than we've ever held

She can melt everything your skin tries to protect
but it hurts like longing
I can only give you a cold embrace,
they call me beautiful
but only in the dark
only because they know they can't know me

I want to stop being the wrong metaphor
When I'm wounded
I want to bleed searing lava
not the soft glow of starlight,
no one ever writes about the sky being fierce
I am just
vast and
beautiful mystery
and I want to be
a volcano

Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: jealousy,life,love
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