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Wax on a Candelabra

Katherine Whitaker

Like molten lava
Thas has spewed from the top of a
Raging volcano, it sits,
Congealed;
And stationary;
As if frozen in time.
Each curve ebbs its way round the candelabra,
Down and down,
Until a globule, like a lump of flesh,
Tells you that the drip has dried.

The drips join and embrace and
Wrap themselves around each other,
A roller coaster of smooth tallow,
It is a wave that crashes upon a beach.
Gothic and frothing,
Caressing each limb of spiralling wax.

I light a mathc and draw it near to the wax,
It melts,
And dribbles down the candelabra.

Lizard

Christabel Moffat
 
Its body is angular and taut,
The scales wrap his body in pattern precision
His throat vibrates nervously as he waits to make his move,
The sun catches the luminous green of his stick like body
Causing shimmering sparks, as he darts to the nearest rock.
He has a look of bravery on his strained face, like a committed soldier.
Now basking safely, he blends into the parched
Grey surface of the rock.
His continually flicking tongue is a sand paper finger
Pointing for danger
his wrinkled eyes five a glimpse of his ancient past.
Strange in his ways, he is a child and he is an old man, a mixture
Of life, but remains unique.

Guardian Angles

Harriet Cleal

Walls green,
Cracks seen.
Black light
Floor height.
Door ajar.
Ceiling far.
Feeling near
Strong fear.
Long curls,
Strange girls.
Odd chill,
All still.
Hall sound
Weaves round,
Leaves flop,
Screams stop.
Dreams on.
Harm gone-
Calm soon.
Empty room.