Candle-light - A Sonnet

by Thalassa Brytaye - 2:55 PM

Candle-light

Golden upon my mantle stands glowing

A wavering taper, so softly bent

By winds from the Northland, which are blowing

To wake my mind into wonderment.

I see in the flames a ship-boy climbing

Up to the crow’s-nest, hoping to sight home.

I see the old sexton, walking, rhyming

His weary old Psalter on through the gloam.

The there! A torch lighted in deepest cave;

Explorers go seeking by its brave glow.

And the there’s a mother beside the grave

Of her only child, igniting her woe.

Ah! For the tales begun in the night

And all by the glow of this candle-light.

Makalani