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

.

Christopher Perry

3rd May, 2020

Butterfly (III)

Scarce Swallowtail, France 2017

Flitting

From fruit to flower

As if by random chance

Following the sweetest scent

Unsettled by slightest tremor

Fluttering to fresh space

Sets down, silent, still

Absorbing heat of Sun

Full expanse of detail, colour, beauty

Revealed in staccato stretches

Then open display

She flew after

Gently removing

Each of my wings*

And leaving me

Learning to walk again

.

n.b. Wings intact, just removed for safe-keeping.

CLP 05/01/2020

On Friends

Representative sample of lovely people. Not all friends shown. Other friends and friendship groups widely available.

On Friends

Present acceptance

With perspective and love

Without passion’s ills

.

n.b. You know who they are and they know you.

CLP 05/01/2020

Russian Doll

It takes time

To find out

What is

Hidden

Inside

But

Do not

Be surprised

If what is revealed

Is not quite as imagined

.

n.b. I believe that the above could be described as an aphorism, i.e, a concise piece of writing that communicates a general truth, or belief. Aphorisms are poetic, i.e. not developed with any scientific evidence. Take them or leave them with a wry smile, or a rueful shake of the head and move on.

Thank you for reading.

CLP 25/12/2019

Nothing Matters (VII)

Icebergs calve and drift

Separation born with a crack!

Dissolves gently

.

n.b. We are free to make choices as adults. The child within cries out in pain. “Nothing in writing” I hear, as if a piece of paper is worth anything.

.

CLP 18/12/2019