Friday, March 04, 2016

Smokey light


In silence
I watch the iron lamp
draw candle smoke
into its light.
I become entranced
with the formations
of silken threads weaving
into
onto
themselves.
Tendrils of vines
wrapping around limbs
foraged, in wait of
fighting fae and dragons
for their own space
in the smokey light.



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    1. Thanks Michelle, I enjoy watching smoke and its formations under light.

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