Today is going to be a good day. It’s cool and rainy outside. I have delicious coffee and a snuggly dog in the bed with me. The 1818 version of Frankenstein awaits me in my Kindle. I couldn’t ask for a better start to my Saturday.
If you follow this blog (and if you don’t, consider this your engraved invitation), you know that rainy, breezy, cloudy days are my absolute favorite. So, awaking this morning to find the world painted grey accompanied by a melodic drizzle made my little black heart skip a beat! I fully intend to succumb to the urge to get cozy with a cup of coffee and a gothic novel. Throw in several (electric) candles, and you have a perfectly content Libra.
Speaking of candles, yours truly found herself inspired this morning, and thus another poem was born. Given that my last post was about my lack of confidence, I feel that I should try putting my work out there again and attempt to move one step closer to comfort. So, please enjoy my latest creation. Yes, this is going into the upcoming dark poetry book (which most likely will not be out by Halloween, but will definitely be worth the wait). Let me know what you think, my lovelies!
The flame dances as though it might leap from the candle.
I bask in the shadows it creates.
Beads of wax slowly trickle downward, like sweat on skin.
A soft breeze is dusted with smoke and mystery.
Charmed is the candle, to be steadily devoured by the flame.
Melting deliciously at its touch with such devotion.
I sit in silence, witnessing the steady destruction of the candle,
As it submits to the flame at all costs.
The dance of the flame will be the candle’s undoing.
Such an irresistible demise, being lost to the sweet seduction of the burn.
©2023 by Twisted Libra
Until next time…
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Dancing Among the Remains 
Cool poem..I almost felt sorry for the candle.
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