Candle burning

12 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

From a couple of years ago. But there is a candle burning.

Art originally © Ameyama


Posted by on February 12, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life


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8 responses to “Candle burning

  1. veveheart

    February 12, 2017 at 5:49 pm

    Yet where is he, he who would keep me from harm. My mind plays tricks on me, in the half light of this snowy afternoon. Sometimes I think I see him, but no, the vision is lost, like smoke, the moment I turn my head in his direction. His whispered words, long awaited, never making it to my waiting heart.

    Sent from my amazing IPhone


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  2. missameliaandsir

    February 13, 2017 at 12:06 am

    **Deep Sigh**

    Liked by 1 person

  3. yourdesiresblog

    February 13, 2017 at 11:56 am


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  4. justagirllost2

    February 13, 2017 at 6:03 pm

    I really adore this. So sweet and touching.

    Liked by 1 person


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