A Story about Candle Light

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, in the not quite so magical kingdom of Durban - South Africa, lived a compulsive writer. She had long flowing brunette locks which inevitably got dyed her favourite colour – red and a voice that when sung even dogs would whimper and hide.

One cold winter’s day, she was released by the evil Chimera, upon wondering to find shelter, she became lost in a deep dark abyss. She was swallowed by the darkness itself. Luckily a friendly group of bats gave her a candle and matches to find her way.

Fumbling in the dark she managed to light the candle, no sooner had she, a terrible wind swept through the abyss threatening to blow out her light. The light flickered hither and thither despite her keeping the candle shielded with her hands. She began to lose faith.

She tripped over a rock and her candle and matches were lost in the darkness surrounding her.

In a final attempt to reach out – she felt for a rock or charcoal and began to write on the nearest stone surface. She wrote of her story, her fears, troubles and woes and then fell into a deep dark slumber.

Upon waking, light now filtered through the abyss which now didn’t seem so dark or scary. She looked down at herself and saw that she had cuts and bruises everywhere. Her hands were filthy with the charcoal she had held the night before.

And there next to her message, lay another message, along with a lantern, a bag of candles and matches. Sometime during the night, a traveler had passed her way and left these gifts.

The message was this: -


Tribute

The city slumbers under the iron fist set by darkness.
A wailing, clamant query on the sputtering shadow of the overused candle.

A dissonant exultion of the tiny speck that speaks of a path miraged by the ever-braced darkness.
Beguiling the consumption of the revenant hope that sits poised. Seeking.

The light lingers, screaming cold defiance at creeping night.
Jubilee springs. The forever-orb sets fire to the shadow. A cozy promise to reign eternal on the wick with no end.



As the Story would have it. Over a year ago, I wrote a poem to a friend.
Due to the fact that I write on anything and everything, I merely whatsapped this poem without any thought of backing it up or saving it. Hence my story-like intro. The Tribute left by my "traveller" friend, was the response I received to the poem I had written.

If you like the "Tribute", Feel free to peruse his blog and other writings.
He is quite the writer if I do say so myself...

http://www.reisonance-words.blogspot.com/


Happy readings my friendies!!!