Wednesday, August 25, 2021

A Candle's Flame

Your mother's voice, so soft and low,
Calling from distant days your name.
The kind light of a candle's flame.

That winter dawn's so-gentle glow
The morning after Santa came.
The shy light of a candle's flame.

The cinema before the show,
Dreaming of movies old in fame.
The bright light of a candle's flame.

The sight of softly falling snow
Making the same scene not the same.
The soft light of a candle's flame.

A moment captured long ago,
Sepia-steeped in a silver frame.
The dim light of a candle's flame.

A place that only you can go
Away from hurt and fear and blame.
The still light of a candle's flame,
Oh, the gentle light of a candle's flame.



2 comments:

  1. A beautiful villanelle — thank you. I love 'sepia-steeped' especially.

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    1. I'm glad you like it! And I was especially pleased with sepia-steeped, a combination of two of my favourite words!

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