Candleabra

On By Richmond Road

Fandango asked for something to do with a candleabra (here) and the very notion of it seems to conjor childhood nightmares for me. There’s a bit of Boris Karloff about it, don’t you think? The Adams Family used to own a lot of candleabras I believe.

So maybe, in a certain light, the congealed wax gathered at the base might be confused with blood and dried tears ….

Candlearbra

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Little notions flicker bright

Burning softly in the night

A candelabra by the bed

That’s shone through every book you’ve read

Lighting paths within your head

Igniting fears, a glowing dread

Collecting blood already bled

Drying tears already shed

 

With dawn amnesia comes again

A brief respite to quell the pain

Forgotten horrors in the night

Hidden from the candlelight

Not out of mind, just out of sight

A raven that has taken flight

Still lingering, that fading dream

The burning wax still makes you scream

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14 thoughts on “Candleabra”

  6. Unknown's avatar Anonymous

    I can hear the rhythms in my head. The subject matter reminds me strongly of Edward Gorey, understated and funny but grim. (Grim, not Grimm)

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  9. The bars in this poem pop out like lighting! I absolutely enjoyed this poetry. BTW, you have educated me, I never knew those things were called Candelabra’s 🙂 Spooky, as I read I felt like something was going to jump out at me lol – Nicely done Mr. Richmond ❤

    “Lighting paths within your head

    Igniting fears, a glowing dread

    Collecting blood already bled

    Drying tears already shed”

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    “Hidden from the candlelight

    Not out of mind, just out of sight

    A raven that has taken flight”

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