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Don't Mess With Electricity: a Shocking Discovery Poem About a Lesson Learned

Updated on February 6, 2018
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A lifelong reader & writer, Liz writes poetry; articles on this, & other sites; & playing with words. She also enjoys movies & reviewing.

The hall was empty;

no one about.

I was a child;

small, curious.

In my hand,

a small wire, bent

(Mother used them

in her hair.)

in the wall; on the wall--



yet strange.

Two slots

above two more;


Mysterious, it

made things whirr.

In my mind, I

saw--cords, prongs

(did not know what they were)

But I knew: you

put them together

with the slots.

Like magic,

motors roared.

Slowly, I reached,

made the connection.

A wild scream, screeching,

left my mouth;

it flew through the house.

Such a feeling of fire!

Tingling, trembling!

Mother comes running.


in her arms.


Years later,

I'm asked:

"Please plug this in."

I run away,


© 2010 Liz Elias


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    Micky Dee 7 years ago

    Yikes! Sorry! Just had a flash-back!

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    Holle Abee 7 years ago from Georgia

    Boy, this brought back memories!