Short Candelabras Poems

Lights emanating
from the grim candelabras.
Specters are coming..
is it just a phantasm?
No, 'tis but some foliage....

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candelabra ghost did a cha cha cha
He had the whole mansion to himself
Fiddly dee, fiddly whimsical mccaw
he grabbed two candelabras down from the shelf

It was heavy, sure, but looked great when lit
He lit them both and gave a hippy eye cay cay cay
The mansion began snickering, black cat had a fit.
Cannot please everyone said the ghost, but what the hey?...

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In 1745, the apothecary

Time stands still, peering at the past

The chemists lived making potions

Between dust and rats

Gadgets like compasses hung

Amidst glass vials and bronze knobs

Keys to hidden compartments

Silver ladles and candelabras

Joseph Black isolates CO2

An odd phenomena of “fixed air.”

The healers of the early ages

The fearful labelled witches

And, often then burned...

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Tear drops fall
between silent lines
carrying the tune
of this weeping melody
written on my heart’s
faded sheet music

Scales cry in sharpened flats
twisting treble clef sorrows
Candelabras drip pain
on withered fingers
roaming ivory slivers bleeding 
out of tune syncopation
 
Unheard choruses
in three quarter sadness
wasted on black and white keys
played long after
the lid was closed
on our love


Where is that sustain pedal
when you need it?...

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