Flame

Sulphur fumes -

That strikes a matchstick chord,

In rivers of darkness,

A beam of light then burns a ford

 

One by one,

Comes lights, lamps, lustre all:

Yet beyond,

In sparkle shines a shimmering call

 

Not of light,

But that of the reigning dark -

‘Without me,

No glint or glare can make a mark’

 

Intertwined,

In one the others’ fate

Despite the flame,

In light, the dark we celebrate

 

4th November, 2021