Lighting My Way (Prose for Dverse)


“I am growing weaker, my time is coming to an end, please will you light a candle, when it’s time to leave this earth”

“I will light a candle I promise – one of thousands”

“Help me find my way – so I won’t be lost, I am frightened of the journey I face ~ please tell me I’ll be safe”

“Please do not be scared, I know you are ~ I will guide you, with my candles, with the light, they’ll brightly burn,  through this night and every other day and I promise, I’ll keep them burning, till you are safe and without pain”

“One shall be lit on your Birthday and at Christmas time, to symbolise my love for you, as a remembrance of your life”

“I will seek out the glowing flame, I promise, from wherever I may be, smiling and sending love to you, for you remembering me”

“Do you think I could forget you, you are a part of me, the candle flame is as much for you, as it is for me”

“I’m ready now to journey, light it now so I may see, my tired eyes will watch the glow ~ till they finally close”

As I light the wick, my head turns away from you, just for a brief moment as my strength diminishes and tears run down my cheek. The flame burns bright, the dark so silent, closes in, I hold your hand, to comfort you, but your eyes have closed and you are gone.

©jmtacken Dec 2013

For the fabulous Dverse – The Pub – I have chosen a ‘significance’ of candle lighting ~ perhaps not to cheery for this time of year ~ but it is where my muse took me.

For this prompt, the lovely Mary has asked us to write about:

–’lights’ or ‘candles,’ either their significance for you in regard to holiday celebrations or their uses in a secular way.
–the stars, moon, sun which provide our natural ‘lighting’ at this time of the year.
–winter solstice — the shortest day of the year, the day we most need additional light.
– the light of the world, however and wherever you find it during this darkest (in Northern Hemisphere anyway) few weeks of the year.

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Burnt Offerings (Prose)


I walk a candle in summer rain umbrella’d by my free hand
hot wax drips against my palm
yet I’m indifferent to pain
northerly winds dance around my ankles, languid
as the Koi that circle in your pond
trespassing your land, forbidden territory
relinquishing fears; heart beats strong
scrunched piece of paper your last words to me
the page of ink runs ~ similarity

indecipherable ‘nothings’
a goodbye of yours escorts my steps
a minute or two your memory will be doused
corridors of feelings
I wasn’t good enough; you weren’t
a flickering candle these scrawled words that you wrote
a more fitting end …is it not
I walk away no one bearing witness to the
pleasure in my smile, northerlies pick the flame
embers scorch arid wood
the doors securely locked
you forgot I had a key


I know umbrella’d is not a word – but I put it regardless of it’s correctness.  🙂

I would also like to thank those who enquired about my absence and me the last couple of days.