The Flame

It dances on the waxen stick...

The Flame

The flame is dancing on the waxen stick Dancing shadows on the wall are cast As the gases burn quick For a while the flame will last. All around it sends a warm glow As it dances in the breeze Putting on a spectacular show Dancing away at its ease As down the stick the wax will flow The sight, the eye will please As when when short of light You see a candle in the night And take pleasure in the sight Of the flames dancing left and right. Is this really a dancing flame: Or is The Breezes Puppet its real name?

 

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Reviews

[C.J.]

nice i like how you ended the poem the way you did

[Deborah Shepard]

warm lovely

[Mimozi]

I agree with the comment below, imagery is great. A very warm and playful poem.

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow this is a really pretty poem!
The imagrly is perfect & so is the flow!!
Great write!!