I wrote a Hunger Games inspired poem. Thoughts?
I stand in between two worlds, one of fire and one of spring
Unsure of which to chose, I fail to notice my own world crumbling
The fire dances, the snow falls making fun of me throughout it all
A mockingjay whose wings are clipped
I reach towards the pink and green sky
but before I could even lift my wings it was dyed red
And then sky took faces, faces of those I loved, faces of those I lost
and then I was back in between the worlds
I had to make a choice
and I stood against as the fire burned me for the first time
It had looked so pretty from afar
but when I got close it proved uncontrolled, even by its own will
And I saw myself as I was, a beast of the fire
But then the spring welcomed me with open arms
Though I burned it, it held me still
The hope of rebirth, the blooms of spring
and then two flowers caught my eye
one tall and graceful with a dark steam and vibrant blue petals
the other strong but young with a fair colored steam and beautiful gray petals
and that was when I knew, now for the first time we were safe
then bird took flight, the sun’s warmth on its wings
for it had found something better than happily ever after
we found love, true love not the type in fairy tales
the type that endures, even after our story ends
happily ever afters, we knew that wouldn’t last
yes, what we found was so much more than that
“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. There is no District 12. I am the Mockingjay. I brought down the Capitol. President Snow hates me. He killed my sister. Now I will kill him. And then the Hunger Games will be over....”
My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home lies in the spring. I was the Mockingjay, the fire beast. Now I am just me. I brought down the Capitol. The Capitol brought me down. I lost my sister and I gained my kids. I ended the Hunger Games. And no one will ever hurt us that way again.
