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Red Candles

     
     
Red candles on the mantle shelf      
destroying time together      
red wax consumed to white      
not all they seem these three.      
Not wax of bees as in church      
cheap paraffin,sickly,      
blue smoke when snuffed out      
not scents of paschal candles      
honey and pollen dust      
carrying prayers to willing oak      
and kneeling supplications.      
Mundane white dipped in red      
burning slow  . . . . . .          
black soot on the cobweb ceiling      
truth and time consumed.      
     
    
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 31st Dec 2013
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