(Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Lit Candle Flickering

The cool touch of winter frosted the window
the candle's lit wave washed over the glass
in a sheen of droplets
like pristine show flakes
and the whisperer drew down to remark
on the weather and
suddenly the visions-remained
no where to be seen...
Why now? - there was no window
the glass merely concrete slabs and
the droplets coarse sweat on my brow.

by Candice Renae Williams

Comments (1)

Ah... I have drifted away from my usual writing and found another style to fiddle with.. (I've been reading Keats and some guy I forgot the name)