Season of skinny candles Poem by Marge Piercy
Season of skinny candles
A row of tall skinny candles burns
quickly into the night
air, the shames raised
over the rest
for its hard work.
Darkness rushes in
after the sun sinks
like a bright plug pulled.
Our eyes drown in night
thick as ink pudding.
When even the moon
starves to a sliver
of quicksilver
the little candles poke
holes in the blackness.
A time to eat fat
and oil, a time to gamble
for pennies and gambol
season comes to make kite and fly on the sky season comes to cage the bird season comes to reserve the sunlight of midday season comes to enjoy the night in dark season comes to apply the technique of gamble to enjoy the life!
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5/4/2024 1:57:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice poem indeed. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing. 'A time to eat fat and oil, a time to gamble for pennies and gambol'... is so nice.