Candlelight

Candles 02a

In the darkest gloom we long to see a light;
The flicker of a star or moon’s soft glow.
Our spirits rise and sing at the glad sight.

We forget the sunlit days which shone so bright
And long for dawn to lift our fears and woe;
In the darkest gloom we long to see a light.

Lost in the long dark hours of the night,
Blackly endless, sad as death, and slow;
Our spirits yearn to sing at the glad sight.

But there’s no need to wait for dawn’s new light
Let candle flames be lit and swiftly grow,
In the darkest gloom we long to see their light.

Echoing suns and stars in circling flight,
Their living flames bring hope to us below;
Our spirits rise and sing at the glad sight.

Symbols of blessing, hope and love’s delight,
Earth’s constellations their designs now show.
In the darkest gloom we longed to see their light,
And our spirits rise and sing at the glad sight.

Another poem about light – candles this time – and the verse form is the French villanelle, used most famously by Dylan Thomas. It’s fascinating how many times the Whitehaven Writers have set tasks connected with light, this was a ‘homework’ from January 2013.


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