static lightning

by Thomas   Jan 11, 2018

we light unscented candles.
the power, out for an hour
now, will not return until
early morning while
we are sleeping.

we will be startled awake
by the roar of a television,
last night silenced by a
driving storm, now filling the
house with garbled noise.

we will descend the stairs,
an empty airplane corridor
lit by pale fire on both
sides, each flame extinguished
by the draft in our wake.

we will power down the
television, retreat to our
bedroom in renewed quiet.
we will melt into the
darkness like candle wax.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    I love the randomness of this Thomas. Something we can all relate to, that uneasy sleep knowing that the house is going to burst back into life when you don't want it to, but be dark and silent when you don't want it to be! :-) x

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Fascinating write...loved your visuals.

  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    That is so true and I can picture it right now. It happens a lot and we would certainly sit in the dark if it was not for candles. Nice little piece here. Makes me smile somewhat. All the best to you

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