“holding light”

Written for:  The Twiglets #170 – “holding light”

She was enchanted
by fireflies
holding light.

Lit candles hold
their light, flickering
and tattooing shapes
on the wall.

people close to me
take away light held inside
their death dims my world

A inept burglar, one Wednesday night
with pal, attempted a heist despite
lack of experience
no thought of consequence.
At height of heist, no batteries in flashlight.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “holding light”

  1. Misky says:

    Oh yes, “tattooing shapes” … Nice one.


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