Alistair Frey's "Burn" follows a fire from its smallest beginning to its biggest moment. At first there is only a sheet of paper, lifeless and cold, described as "ice" and "stone." Then a single spark lands, and everything changes in a line. Wood is added, the flames spread, and by the end the fire is huge, with smoke rising to the heavens and flames reaching toward the sun.
The speaker never says "I feel," but the poem's tone suggests fascination, even awe. The short, plain sentences move quickly, much like the fire, and the contrast between the still opening and the roaring ending gives a sense of sudden energy. Calling the flames "red-hot hands" makes the fire seem alive, almost eager and ambitious. The mood shifts from quiet and stagnant to wild and powerful. You could read it as a poem about fire alone, or about how something tiny can set off something enormous.