Adarsh K S Poet Free verse

Candle

Flames flickered as the candle’s light 
Touched the chilling breath of night
Shadows danced around with no sound
Bottle of ink filled with nightshade
Sleeps under the moonlight
A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness
Waiting for the elixir of  thoughts
As the clock struck twelve
With great haste the figure dips the 
quill in the nightshade 
And jotted something on a piece of paper 
Under the candle’s light words are born out 
Oh! Candle tell me how many people have 
written history under your might


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Beata Agustin April 10, 2025 at 9:49 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Unseeking Seeker April 6, 2025 at 4:34 AM Lovely first poem on PS, Adarsh. Welcome

William HAYNES April 6, 2025 at 3:35 AM I'm not quite old enough to recall the quill but my father had a seal that was once used to seal letters in wax. Maybe I am old enough to remember the quill