An Effigy In A Candle Flame Poem by Mark Heathcote

Much like mercury that quicksilver
I fashion to light an unlit room
much like mercury that quicksilver
I could sleepwalk my way to the moon.

Crawl as does an oyster; wax and wane
burn-away to a cratered cinder
… an effigy in a candle flame.

I too could walk on the moon
much like mercury that quicksilver
I could fashion a stroll to your room
Just too, watch-better how your eyes gleam.

… Star of the show and yet a mixture
of dirt and snow, a polished dream
with a trailing, comets, stardust plume.

Much like mercury that quicksilver
I could watch your star-fade rise, strike out the sun
remember how it was when I was young
gazing heavenly those stellar-front-row views.

When I was like mercury and you were-all-the news
I could fashion a stroll around a new moon
I could sleepwalk my way back to your room.


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Much like mercury that quicksilver
I fashion to light an unlit room
Much like mercury that quicksilver
I could sleepwalk my way to the moon.

Crawl as does an oyster; wax and wane
Burn-away to a cratered cinder
… An effigy in a candle flame

50yrs on I too could walk on the moon
Much like mercury that quicksilver
50yrs on I could fashion a stroll to your room
Just too, watch-better how your eyes gleam.

… Star of the show and yet a mixture
Of dirt and snow, a polished dream
With a trailing, comets, stardust plume.

Much like mercury that quicksilver
I could watch your star-fade rise, strike out the sun
Remember how it was when I was young
Gazing heavenly those stellar-front-row views

When I was like mercury and you were-all-the news
I could fashion a stroll around a new moon
I could sleepwalk my way back to your room.