poetry

One Candle

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(For clarity sake — the picture was created using AI. The poem is 100% me.)

Deep inhale
Seventy-eight years travail
For what to wish? A new roof?
[poof]

I’m confused
One candle still lit! Excused
Not extinguished. Did I goof?
[Foof]

Voice speaking
From the flame. Eerie. Creaking.
ElAinE” – glimpse of frilly rouche
[SWoosh]

If even
I blow harder, believing
It will work, I hear “SHhhHsh
[WHOosh]

Oh, terror!
Who is this message bearer?
She speaks again — one word — “iF
[WHIFF]

iF ToDaY
TODAY?? Today is my day?
My lungs are squeezing for breath —
Death?

[gasp weakly]
NO! It can’t end so bleakly!
At once — candle smoke, voice spoke
jOkE!


This week’s W3 is an interesting prompt:

I found the prompt challenging and didn’t exactly follow it.

The form I used was Deibide Baise Fri Toin, an Irish form. It is written in quatrains with the following syllable count per line: 3-7-7-1 . The rhyme scheme is aabb, with the first two lines rhyming on a two syllable word and the last lines rhyming on a one syllable word.

The last word in the first five stanzas is supposed to be the sound of her attempting to blow out the candles.

10 thoughts on “One Candle

  1. Sally, the sound effects of her blowing poof, Foof, SWoosh and that terror building as the voice speaks… you’ve made us feel her panic. And then ‘jOkE’ the candle’s gift isn’t a haunting, it’s a laugh. That turn from dread to relief to absurdity is perfect. The form holds it all together beautifully. 💙

    Much love,
    Khadija 💕🤗

  2. I think I will just ask for 8 candles on my soon to arrive birthday cake. Each standing in for 10 years. I should be able to manage that with no weird voices.

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