Candle burning

03 Feb


A match flares.

A hiss. A spark.

A candle flickers

The darkness is softened

I cup the light in my hands. The flame is like a tiny dancer. She bends and quivers in the cold wind. She twists and shivers and stoops low. She recoils from the snow. She flinches from the storm. She almost dies as the demons of the night blow hard and cruel. Without mercy.

Yet I protect her, defend her, nurture her, shield her.

I guard her, shelter her, screen her, secure her.

I hold her close to my chest, near to my heart. I whisper my own private prayers to her. I carry her home. I find her a safe haven away from harm.

I place her in the window so you can see her dancing.

A candle is burning.

She is burning for you.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art stolen from Ameyama



Posted by on February 3, 2015 in D/s, Still Life


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7 responses to “Candle burning

  1. sirensong1208

    February 3, 2015 at 7:36 pm

    This is beautiful…and even better recited…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. lesliemeeks

    February 3, 2015 at 7:45 pm

    I shall light a candle tonight and watch her flames sway, dance and glow with beauty. So artfully written as always.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Heartafire

    February 4, 2015 at 4:45 pm

    lovely poetry, you are a master of metaphor and personification Mr. D.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Romantic Dominant

      February 4, 2015 at 4:52 pm

      And you are far too kind Ms H


      • Heartafire

        February 4, 2015 at 5:04 pm

        You are an extremely accomplished and prolific poet and writer, kindness has nothing to do with it.

        Liked by 1 person


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