Undurra Lava

• Claudia Shippey, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

Hot, turbid and squealing, slow and steamy as it ponders, nobody knows where it wanders, an unpredictable, powerful energy that can't be contained, it can explode into flames without any warning.
As it wails and wails there's anticipating silence, but alas- a snake is mean and unpleasant as he wonders and ponders away, tormenting games that play, running around like a restricted monster, you hear things crashing in the distance as you pack your bags, it's not a fault; anger, fear and it knows once it cools it will be solid rock and there's no turning back.