All the world is in here with its little light;
the floor ripples mutely with candles, a small
helpless beacon
in a horrified night.
This heart houses
patience by the thousand, all those
sick swallowing grins as they come
to pay in pain, ask
favours of the empty air, again, again.
Wonderfully open and poetic this Suzi (and welcome to WOL btw!). It instantly had me associating and some of the real enjoyment of reading poems like this is exactly that mental groping in the dark and finding little lights there, but never the same twice.
Excellent, love it.
By the by - I read your sample poem too. Will you be blogging that? I hope so - it needs a bigger audience.
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Suzi Challenger
Fri 7th Oct 2016 20:49
Thanks both for your kind feedback.
Laura, I will definitely blog my sample poem at some point - it was the closest thing to hand when I signed up!
Tony, thank you. It was originally part of a longer (and less successful) poem; sometimes there's nothing like a good chop to revitalise a piece.