I once looked in her eyes and saw the glow
of love deep in her heart but in the nick
of time she dropped her eyes and played the trick
of "hard-to-get" - not knowing that I knòw.
My love can be a candle burning low
at first that little flame would smoke and flick,
not yet consuming wax, just burning wick -
but when it hits the wax it bursts aglow!
Oh, let it my love be like that dancing fire
the licking flame, like burning, hot desire!
Alas! It lacks the glowing ember's light,
the whiff of smoke upon a wintry night;
Fearing the heat, I shiver as I hold
my stiff hands o'er a dead fire in the cold.
Author notes
A sonnet inspired by 'candlelit thoughts', a picture by Mark Braithwaite.
A contest entry
- Thoughts by Sue Cardwell.
1750 points, ended July 20, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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What a wonderful poem! I love line 4 especially "not knowing that I know". The least favorite part is line nine. You could, if you wish, take a small nip in it as such: "Oh, let my love be like that dancing fire". I assume that the word it might just be a misprint though. Again, what a wonderful poem!
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lovely
i realy like this poem!! it is realy good!! i loved the imagery!!!! my fav part was lines 9-14!!!!!!!!
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I have only written one sonnet to date and i don't have much experiance with commenting on them I had to read this a couple of times This is a sad poem I could feel the passions expectations dashed in his heart.
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Thank you for your entry in my contest. A beautiful sonnet inspired by the picture prompt.
Good luck to you in the contest...Sue
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