Things That Make You Go Boom!
A Free Verse Poem
He tends the fire slowly, carefully,
Orange flame licking up hot steel sides,
Oak potpourri tinting the crisp air.
Time passes.
Fire paints the brown black
Before dying, and the coal cools.
While it does,
He finds his pestle,
Lost somewhere in that jumble of things
He calls his shed.
Then he begins to grind.
The mortar fills with a fine dust,
The perfect powder for his keg!
Author's Note: I wrote this story as a contest entry for the Gunpowder: A Mikeydred November Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators contest. I hope you enjoyed the read. I'd love to hear what you think, so please feel free to leave a comment, click the heart, and subscribe!
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Laura Pruett
Laura Pruett, author of The Dwarves Of Dimmerdown and others. Host of Kipoerneke's Korner. Join the community on Discord: discord.gg/d3XxSvGTt6
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