Forgive me-I'm trying my hand at poetry. I wrote this one day after re-reading the trilogy for probably the 113th time (no, I don't count, but it's a lot) and I thought I would post it because I felt like it. So please, tell me what you think.
The girl on fire
Stands on the plate
Ready to run
And not be too late.
The time comes to go
And she leaps to a pack
Then she runs for the trees
Dodging a knife in the back.
When little Rue died
She had no words to say
So she defied the Capitol
In her own special way.
She buried Rue in flowers
And shed more tears
Then sang her a song
About having no more fears.
When she found him alive
All covered in mud
She looked at his wound
And cringed at the blood.
But she did what she could
And she kept him alive
Until the night of the feast
Where Thresh spared her life.
There were only three left
And 12 could win
But the water was gone
So they had to move in.
They got to the lake
But soon were attacked
By the Capitol's mutts
With growls and arched backs.
To her own horror
And evil surprise
The muttations had
The dead tributes' eyes.
After all were gone
And the rules again changed,
She thought it would be
Both their lives she would save.
She pulled out the nightlock
And handed him some,
Then counted to three
And right then they'd won.
"Stop, stop!" he cried
And relief filled her head;
Two tributes alive,
But twenty-two dead.
So...what did you think? I may post my other poems for the second and third one depending on what you guys say. I just thought I'd share this to capture the impact that the Games had. Could I improve? Did I fail miserably? Was it as bad as I thought it was the first time I proof-read it? If you want to answer, let me know! I love getting feedback!