Dreaded nocturnal searching
The candle remains elusive
Darkness enshrouds the room
Rustling of my hand reaching
Candlelight finally illuminates
An omen of things to come
The flame dances gleefully
As if knowing its dictates
Madly writing by natural light
Mystery surrounds this space
Enlightened thoughts arise
Creating with all my might
© Carol Campbell 2016
The Words:
Madly
Nocturnal
Omen
❤ ❤ ❤
Must gave good eyesight to ‘write by candle light’….. 😉
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😀 Very true!
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beautiful poem! I love the way you played with the candle image and darkness/light in this poem.
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Thank you very much!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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a great description of writing by candlelight 🙂
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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it sounds like a creative person with a nightly muse, late, late night.
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