Tuesday, June 29, 2004


Turning in the fire,
My mind is a glowing iron

The world smells like new leather,
And it’s waiting for me to burn into it.

Copyright 2004 by Deborah Markham.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry 360 with permission of the author.
Deborah Markham is the founder, host & online moderator for GhentPoetryCafe


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a lesson in what a poem can and should be! This is an idea I won't find myself forgetting. The poem reminds me of when I felt just that way -- when I was twenty-four -- even today I almost feel as if I could set the world on fire. Thanks very much, Deborah. Diana Strelow