This my first go at self-publishing, (which in itself sounds rude).

A poem, for your enjoyment.

Desperately Flickering

Pushing away sphere of darkness

candle desperately flickering

In wax puddled thick, square-cased in glass

Undulating cone of pale fire pouring up from oil-cindered wick

Heat light colour - solids cased in air even though brave forefinger

parts flame like water, briefly

forefinger retreating sharply

black lick of smoke curled around to charred small hairlets

sucked into balled smell of burnt

Still the candle desperately flickering

while night laps its shore

Drew Leavy, 1997

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