Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Translucent Star

distant music in dark rooms
a golden candle, smoldered, bent
to a penumbra, heavy
on child shoulders

the figure saddens me
unlike the gutsy original
a flaming reflection on stained screen
wandering wild

bitter sweet, this life subdues dreams
to burn another relic into space
chasing nowhere circles
on a slow dance to oblivion


Prompt:Tuesday Weld