Melt 

Beautiful

INK AND QUILL

Melting candles,
Dipped in wax,
Laboured breath,
Intoxicated in the debris,
Scents of vanilla and smoky cathedral walls,
My mind can’t let go; enthralled in grief,
Eyes closed,
Suffocated by the shadows,
Crawling,
Gasping, on bent knees,
Tearing open,
Rending, in wake,
A wreath of laurel,
Kneeling please,
The altar, the coffin; take centre stage,
A cross upon the final resting place,
Withered flowers to lay, veil to hide my face.

J.Calvert 2015

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