This is my response to the MagpieTales #34 visual writing prompt. Go to the link to get to the responses of other writers.
There once was a point
to this old lantern
that now only reflects
what light slips through
somber drawn drapes
Once it had a purpose in
repelling night’s dark hand.
Its flickerings lit dim stairwells,
dispelled the haunts of nightmares,
revealed vague truths hidden
within shadowy eyes.
Useless in lonely oblivion,
it waits for storms
that devour the sky
and send the world
into frightful corners
of unexpected night.
For an hour, for a day … wouldn’t it be refreshing to take a trip back in time? Nicely written.
Sounds very sad, indeed. Wanna come see my Magpie? It’s at http://www.thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com
I love the way you “read” the lamp, like a psychic using psychometry to find the spirit of the dead in the object. You picked up on the valid, practical use of this old, out-of-date thing and showed how lovely it is still, how useful, if only it would rain and lights would all go out again. A poignant tribute to a once common, now precious object. Nice Magpie post!!
i feel the resignation to purpose in this one…storms was the first thing i thought of as well in seeing hte prompt. nice magpie!
glad to see the light reveal vague truth during non stormy days…
love the tale.
I feel like your lamp… Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender
This says so much more than meets the eye. I felt myself growing older!
I was wondering about your blog the other day…I used to visit your site several years ago. Be well.
this choked me up…it made me think of someone old and alone
So lovely I cried.
such depth, aging can be such an interesting process, be it object or emotion filled life.
Bittersweet piece. Very descriptive with true imagery.
Potent and haunting description of the lamp. Nicely done.
Longing for days gone by when things were simpler. Beautifully written.
Mine is up.
Elaine, how beautiful. The layers of meaning are rich – parallel some universal fears.
marvelous poem. So rich in imagery.