NaPoWriMo Day 8: As Saint Catherine Exploded…

When they went to burn her at the stake
for some religious trespass
(but really for being an outspoken woman)
the fire did not take to her flesh immediately.
Sparks started to shoot off around her head
like a halo of explosives.
At first, they were pin pricks of light,
little fireworks that appeared to be
fueled by her last thoughts.
Then they grew larger and larger
until they surrounded her completely.
Outlined in fire, she felt the
full strength of her power.
She would be remembered as the
woman who did not burn, but illuminated instead.
She gasped her last
and then grinned
before becoming
a great
ball
of
f
i
r
e
and exploding into the night sky.

Thanks to Brian Miller for offering the prompt of writing a poem inspired by the header image on my blog!