In Lantern Burn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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In Lantern Burns

Fashioned from metal and glass

the lantern must have become misplaced;

for there it sits,

not a soul in sight.

And in the lantern burns the candle,

it’s flame protected

from the wind that blows.

It flickers and flares

and in the darkness it glows.

The light in the darkness is an invitation

for moths are drawn

and fireflies glow;

the pitter patter of the wing

that gets to close

and feels the heat of the glass

that is warmed by the candle-flame

that in the lantern burns.

Do they grow bored?

Do they come to realise

that the glow that has drawn them

is not a natural thing?

By the time the candle burns so low

to gutter and falter and lose its light,

to extinguish itself in a puddle of wax,

the lantern is left alone.

The candle could only last so long,

even inside the glass and metal,

protected from the forces that would dull it,

dampen it,

the life of the flame that in lantern burns

can only last so long.

 


Submitted: February 24, 2020

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Sluggy

Always being extra candles... one for honouring the death of your wee candle in the lantern. The other to replace once, the flame has ceased. It's getting colder, light the blasted candle, and get a move on home. Hehehehehehe!

Beautifully done poem about the lone wee lantern. Hopefully it will be collected with the wee China bowl you turned into a planters pot, in an earlier poem. Want not waste not... just doncha go being a horder account of me. Hehehehee!

Mon, February 24th, 2020 8:34pm

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Haha. Thanks for reading, U.P.

Mon, February 24th, 2020 12:37pm

Mike S.

Fine lantern-wondering poem, Hull!

Mon, February 24th, 2020 8:36pm

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Thank you, Mike.

Mon, February 24th, 2020 12:36pm

L.E. Belle

I love this poem! I have always been fascinated with lanterns and candles. There is so much magic in something so seemingly ordinary and you have captured that magic so beautifully.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 12:51am

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Thank you so much, L.E. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 11:52am

jmm424

Nice job, Hull.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 3:40am

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Thanks, jmm.

Tue, February 25th, 2020 11:51am

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