Wick’s End

We lit the candle together
Holding the splint, hand over hand
Flame flared, formed, flickered
Came to life

We laughed and blew out the taper
Followed its dissipating smoke into the dark
Turned our eyes to the fresh wax light
To sprites dancing on the walls

Laid enrapt until drowsy
In warmth formed bonds
Of breath and limbs
We fell to sleep sapped of strength

Frost crept across the pane
A spider spun its web
Hours slid together
As we un-knowing lolled apart

I awoke to shivering air
The unclosed door
Branches silhouetted against the sky
Shrivelled candle cold

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Christopher Perry

3rd May, 2020

January Road Trip (XXIV)

Mooring bollards wait

As tides, seasons, decades pass

Hope for ships’ return

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n.b. Glasgow’s quayside has been almost totally cleared. What next?

The rusting bollards, like mariners’ widows in denial, still wait by the dock scanning the horizon for signs of home-coming sails.

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CLP 27/01/2020

Misfortune

Football, a game for individuals with different talents who enjoy working together to achieve collective success.

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On responding to her direct enquiry

Honestly, presuming her sincere interest

In what was a matter of the Soul

Not just the Heart

My very Existence

Her follow up shook me

“Unlucky” she said

As if this had been a card game

Or a football match

“Unlucky”

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CLP 03/01/2020