My Life Had Stood Comments

It is a playful poem. Emily is pretending to be a gun. She is sitting unused in a corner until its owner picks it up. They roam in the woods together hunting deer. When the gun speaks it fires and the echo is heard from off the mountain. When the gun fires at night it glows cordially upon the valley which is illuminated. It is like the explosion of a volcano which explodes with heat, light, and sound. The gun is placed on the owner's pillow at bedtime where it protects its Master.

i just wanted to know if anyone could give me their own look into what was their interpretation of the poem? thank you

An emphatic poem... as always Emily is my best.

.........beautifully penned....the power to take a life comes so easy for some ★