Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Waxen Figures* - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Greasy normally solid of form
wax cold wax grey still lifeless.
Grey lifeless dead wax
though strangely sentient.

Waxen figures grouped
on mirror window’s ledge.
Light is dim flickering
in mesmerizing flame
voices husky superimposed
over crackle creaking rain.
Semi-transparent grey ghosts
undulating by light of candle flame.


Wax cold wax grey still lifeless
cold wax warm wax blistering hot
a burning nova in cosmic creation.
Wick like a vein the soul within you.
Waxen figures my hand shaped and fed
devoid of life where is inherent meaning.
Strike a match instantaneous in friction ignite
how can match give, this sharp golden light?


Breathe life into figures
figures move transformed,
to a crisp white frost through
radiant warmth of an inner sun.
My nostrils quiver, a smell
obscure but heavy hangs in air.
Beyond comprehension untouchable
like smoke it spews forth
a continuous gently wavering stream
so faint it is barely there.
Is this the smell of creation?


Creation on a lesser scale
creation none the less.
Glorious in its wonder.
Independent of me from birth
figures walk through dimensions
beyond existence,
still I catch a glimpse
of multiplied universal wonder
figures glide serenely through.
Seen and unseen by me.

So many different worlds
so many different signs
on elastic edge of understanding
play before my plasmatic mind.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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