Candle

The melted wax, a masterpiece

of unusual art, the dripping,

leavings of the light, pinned

to the table, the candle

alludes to a prelude, the breeze,

made sensual, before whipping

it out of sight, the wind,

unstable; more than one can handle.

 

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Fantastic Realism

Picture by Andre Martin de Barros

Poem prompt from Polly, http://journalread.com/

 

Andre Martin de Barros

Fantastic Realism

 

The glance of the lance,

drawing the eye to the lie

as it draws blood

by chance, a flood of art,

infested by those contested,

yet able

to play

at my empty table.

Unstable, the knight errant,

A deterrent

for would be kings,

mere inklings,

sheer inklings,

dear inklings.