'The Fire Speaks' Poem by Ian McArthur

(I'm always personifying things. When I'm doing this, I feel more confident with playing around with word structures and rhymes. Enjoy and comment your thoughts. This is my first new poem, other than those done in character, compare with my others please.)

'the fire speaks'

mmmmm....
mmmm....
A breath...
...
A taste...
...
A thought...
...
Embrace...

I crawl...
I creep...
the people sleep.
I sigh,
exhale.
I pry,
inhale.

Pulling.
Lifting.
Scritching, scratching.
Gouging.
Wheezing, coughing, belching, sputtering.

Feed me more.
Feed me more.
I hunger,
More, more, more!
Feed Me More!

Crumbling, crackling, stones shatter
I devour
Scorching, sparking, seeds scatter
blooming flower

Inferno, Blaze, Incinerate
I Live-I Grow
Seething structure, tars lactate
Winds howling: blow!

I Am As A God!
All Withers At My Touch.
I shed the rain from my back.
Dancing Ichor on my massive bulk.

Breathing heavily.
I tire.
All digests.
I lay my hands beneath my head
and curl into shuddering rest.

...
Sleepy, I settle.
I glow, I quiet...

Settle in...
...to the soil

My red eyes...
...close
...
...



...

...
...mmmmmm...
...A breath...