Vigilant
He fancied himself the sun
For the world spun around him
Didn’t that make him
The centre of the universe
Even the birds came to him
Like parishioners to a cathedral
Seeking shelter in a place
Where walls were safe
And echoed with sound
But all here was quiet
Their song stilled
Surely that must mean something
The flame receded
From his little candle
It wouldn’t last long
Held like a prayer
He blew it out
With a wish
Let there be light
Words: ©2023LCR
Image: "Vigil" by Laura Makabresku
Prompt: The Sunday Muse #245 - I haven't submitted to the prompt site as I'm just getting my feet wet again but I did want to dip my toes in and this image spoke to me.
Where are you? I miss your poetry!
ReplyDeleteI'm here. I just lost my mojo and I miss my muse. I'm sorry if I worried you. I've missed your poetry too.
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