Here it lies so docile and casked,
awaiting a chance to woo,
and display the fire that is masked.
Like an emotion bottled up, unshaken-
But when the bubbles rise, the cork pops,
a molten lava bursts through.
Kindles all senses with sparkling drops.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
when I saw the title of it I was eager to see what could it contain and let me tell you that it conjured up some images !
Thanks Lokesh.
You have written a short and good poem. Enjoyed it.
Thanks Koshy. Appreciate it.