I wish I could take that spark and eat it for dinner
I could take the flame from your candle,
that heightened teardrop pouting smoke,
pinch it between my fingers and stretch its heat
into a blanket of wool and smoldering.
I could take the light from the lamps
and drink it down enough to fill me like a glass
I could take the dance from the bonfires
the blackening ropes from the witch trials to follow
the fire in your chest and on your fingertips
the burning fever from all radiating disease
I could skip from rooftop to rooftop, taking your pain
and all the ways secret worlds and their pages burn,
a little girl shadow turning more and more alight, a falling star
knocked out on my way to heaven
I could turn ashen snow into angel’s gold
I could become the sun, rising above the cold.
Ellen Huang has a BA in Writing with a Theatre minor from Point Loma Nazarene University. She has pieces published or forthcoming in Three Drops from a Cauldron, Sirens Call, Diverging Magazine, Wax Poetry & Art Magazine, HerStry, Enchanted Conversation, Writers Ink, Between the Lines, Quail Bell Magazine, Ink & Nebula, Rigorous Magazine, The Folks, Whispers, Hummingbird Review, The Gallery, The Driftwood,and Perfume River Poetry Review.
Artwork: Christian Schloe