miss firecracker

Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

i remember that july night
my eyes boast
that they saw first
what had sifted down to my heart
and built an altar
to miss firecracker

she was pitching elevator passes
to some sort of suburban
pre-approved heaven
singing the bluesy truth
about the coming glory
Hallelujah

in platform vintage trampling boots
she was a watch fire for the word
which my jubilant feet followed
all the way down
to the mission district
i feared no evil in her aura

sword to her bosom
steel in her eye
her smile was a trumpet call
that peeled the wrath from the grape
she wrote my name on her hand
and pressed it to my lips

“you are the one apart from the 99”

i marched on, side by her side
heart door unlocked and ajar
while feeding apples to the sheep
the truth poured out
she did not want me for her
she wanted me
for Him

her pawn for salvation
a piece of silver for her purse
all i was, was all this was
there was no use hanging around
hailing her taxis full of grace
she told me she would pray for me

i remember that july night
my eyes mourn
that they last saw the glory
that had sifted down to my heart
and built an altar
to miss firecracker
June 2011 ~ Rene
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19 thoughts on “miss firecracker

  1. "her smile was a trumpet callthat peeled the wrath from the grape"Great lines throughout, the one above made me smile, great wordplay, allusion, and dynamic poetic writing.

  2. whoooaaa!! Beautifully written! I guess love finds us going all blind after all..doesn't it?! :)I hope she had true affection hidden under that fiery exterior of hers… *sigh*

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