A stab at poetry

I'm experimenting with poetry at the moment for the Creative Writing course.  Not really my comfort zone so I've decided just to be brave and make a start.

Elemental

Fire

In stinging smoke the laughter drifts

and voices, lowered, take on riffs,

of evenings passed and shared,

by some.

Of friendships forged in heat of passion,

while lovers spurned,with faces ashen,

stumble sparkless through a life,

uncomfortably numb.

Air

Bass notes thrum beneath the surface,

beating rhythm rich with purpose.

The medium for music,

and drum.

Wings and whispers beat together,

stretching delicately feathered,

away from grounding

to the sun.

Earth

Grains composed of life decayed,

slip through gentle fingers splayed.

To sift for meaning and intent,

a crumb.

What anchors you to shifting sands?

The dampness, cold beneath your hands,

betrays the fear

to come.

Water

Waves susurrate through tumbled stones,

in waters filled with such unknowns

and tides will turn, their regularity

unsung.

Darkness slashes silken silver,

breaking free perhaps for ever.

The fish exploring new horizons,
is undone.