The Miracle Poem by Nicoletta Klokkari

The Miracle

Rating: 5.0


The sun is playful with hungry eyes
It transforms African rivers into gold mines.
It embraces the reins with a glistening blanket
Leaping the heart of a weakened toddler.
He squirms to spread out the miracle
Breathing in life with every attempt.
With every move follows the feathered beast.
The sun will burn, yet the the hellish eyes
Are set on the feast.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Emily Oldham 20 July 2012

Amazing. I was sucked in from the first line. Great use of personification, really clever and effective. Keep writing!

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