There's a spark,
A kind of light.
It is not much,
Not a sight.
It's getting bigger,
Growing fast.
I should run,
Not let it last.
But I just sit,
And watch its glow.
It is a beauty,
And is not slow.
Soon it's grown,
I can't help block.
It's too late,
I am in shock.
The building falls,
It drops down quick .
I start to feel,
I feel so sick.
I should have run,
And stopped that spark.
But I did not,
I feel so dark.
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Hermione,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your creative application of poetry with the Four Alarm Fire Prompt. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Good luck at Hogwarts; tell Harry hello for me.
Sincerely,
Genevive Louise Noette
This is great. I love things written in poem form where you can feel emotion. Here's a nice little tip on poetry form, It does not need to rhyme.
ReplyDeleteI loved this. I could really feel the emotion portrayed. It was very well written!
ReplyDeleteThis was very nice. I liked it a lot. I loved the feel it gave. Keep up the good work. Another poetry tip: just write what feels right. :) I'm so jealous you're at Hogwarts!
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