Candle Poem by Laurence Overmire

Candle

Rating: 5.0


Half-burnt
On a mantel
Wax dripping from some fond estuary
Of an evening past

Un-lit now
The memories stalled upon the stem

Waiting for a new match
To strike
And light the dark room with
The fire of romance.


(Previously published in Cotyledon, Catamount Press, #15, April 2000)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
R.j. Wynn 11 August 2013

If only it were a fly on the wall. I loved it.

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