tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post8723668552253088107..comments2024-03-27T11:02:20.107-07:00Comments on the prowling Bee: The Lamp burns sure – within –Susan Kornfeldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-17285528928692633122023-02-27T15:11:04.798-08:002023-02-27T15:11:04.798-08:00Stanza 1. Late afternoon, setting sun spills over ...Stanza 1. Late afternoon, setting sun spills over ED’s small writing desk through second-floor south- and west-facing windows. She sits, lost in thought, crafting this poem, ignoring dimming light. She’s certain Maggie filled the lamp with oil, formerly whale oil, now kerosene distilled in Pennsylvania, much cheaper, less odor than cetacean stuff.<br /><br />Stanza 2, Sun sets, light dies. ED reaches for a match, strikes, stretches to ignite the lamp. Damn, Maggie forgot to fill the tank. Oh well, there’s evening afterglow. Forgetting empty lamp, she writes on, pausing for new words, scribbling lines as darkness falls, eyes adjusting. Night drops hard, weak eyes fail, words keep flowing, memorized til morning. Who needs oil or slaves when inner light suffices.<br />LarryBnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-71301570737859568642012-12-29T08:50:12.680-08:002012-12-29T08:50:12.680-08:00
The poem does have an ominous quality, as you sug...<br />The poem does have an ominous quality, as you suggest. I can certainly read the poem as one forecasting some doom for the oblivious busy wick. Thanks for stopping by and commenting!Susan Kornfeldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05384011972647144453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4029797379711350813.post-35582163643983410102012-12-27T07:34:24.383-08:002012-12-27T07:34:24.383-08:00Or it could also be that the poet--creative light ...Or it could also be that the poet--creative light aglow--is ignorant /unaware that burnout, writer's block, or death is coming?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com