Wishing you all a very
Happy Christmas
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with a poem I wrote at the last Theme Poetry of 2023
Tall and Slim
I
would
be
beautiful
if not for
the marks.
I’m tall
and slim.
A tall, slim,
white candle
Standing
straight,
upright
and tall.
But those
marks I feel
disfigure me.
What are
they? Why
are they
there?
Did I
mention
I’m tall
and slim?
What’s this?
A stick
of flame
touches
my head.
It burns.
My head
shines
brightly.
How?
And then
just as
quickly
the light’s
snuffed
out. I
feel strange.
Some part
of me has
dripped
down
my sides.
Brightness and darkness alternate.
But as the darkness falls,
a light
flares up
and touches my head each time.
I am no longer tall, slim and white. I’m almost gone.
Dissolved, disfigured, pooled in the saucer I’ve stood on
these past twenty four days. There's just enough of me
For one last show of light to glow on Christmas Day.
Thanks for visiting my blog this year
Bernice
