candle

[eclipse]

My dead wife took a

candle's flame stretching,

throwing it over the moon,

emptying all memories, dreams

from life,with recall of our first

child-flames leapt, I swallowed

fire. My dead son came seeking

liberating fire for his candle,

in life we hardly spoke, he went

deep into my dreams to find our

last conversation which was about

his mother who died in a great blaze.

[badger11]

A scary one!

[tonyv]

I would love to know what inspired this poem, Barry. It reminds me of Longfellow's "The Cross of Snow." It puts me in the same mood.

 

Tony