my candle heart placed by window ajar

waiting for your breeze bestowed

shall I flicker and fail

at the impending gale

or leap with urgent flame

excited by air

gasping here, Β gasping there


a pool of molten collects

and waxen tears spill

in time I will diminish


twisted by warm

where once I stood tall

wick burns low





49 thoughts on “Incendiary”

  1. I hate to break it to you, but you are an enchantress ! This is like an early snow flurry that makes you stop and as a smile grows you let a contented sigh slip free. Curiously I’ve done both a piece on a window ajar and a candle, hidden in the ‘voices’ archive somewhere, welcome to the spooky world of the poet’s collective subconscious ha ha. Truly a great piece Diana, one of my faves now.

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    1. Sir Nigel! Once again you bestow your kind opinions and I’m thoroughly humbled. Your archives are on my “want to do” list during an upcoming, cabin in the mountains getaway August 😊

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  2. My goodness! Your follow through on imagery and tone is astounding … leave it to Diana to listen to a candle and pour her seal of approval on the conversation… seal dipped in wax of course…

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      1. Delightful, I’m off with your comforting words inspiring, catching a moonbeam and twirling it … as I disappear behind night’s ebony cloak …😌 Adieu x

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