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Poetry and Prose Together
Light-Fitting or Chandelier?
by kiwisteveh
Three pot-bellied glass jars with fluted rims and fanciful tracery dangle from the centre of my ceiling.
"Not posh enough to be a chandelier," my wife says. "It's just a light fitting."
Which must sadden the flocks of moths who, without thought of self-preservation, hurl themselves of an evening into the glowing openings, where they dance their final tribute to the searing Siren who has lured them to destruction.
I hear their tiny wings flapping and fluttering an eerie accompaniment to their tortured tango. Sometimes a larger specimen rings his own death knell as he beats out his rhythmic idolatry against the glass of this vitreous tomb.
Day by day the dusty bodies accumulate. "It's a fire hazard," my wife says, so once a month, I hoist the Hoover to a precarious position atop the step-ladder. Once again the tiny dancers fly in a splendid swirl, a frenzied flurry, before rushing down the tube into the great bag of eternal darkness.
Perhaps, like Odysseus, I shall lash myself to the mast when those irresistible strains float on the evening breeze. But if I should break my bonds, I know I'll be looking for something a touch classier than a commonplace light-fitting.
when my siren sings
I shall dance to my glory
on a chandelier
Poetry and Prose-Finally Together contest entry
Three pot-bellied glass jars with fluted rims and fanciful tracery dangle from the centre of my ceiling.
"Not posh enough to be a chandelier," my wife says. "It's just a light fitting."
Which must sadden the flocks of moths who, without thought of self-preservation, hurl themselves of an evening into the glowing openings, where they dance their final tribute to the searing Siren who has lured them to destruction.
I hear their tiny wings flapping and fluttering an eerie accompaniment to their tortured tango. Sometimes a larger specimen rings his own death knell as he beats out his rhythmic idolatry against the glass of this vitreous tomb.
Day by day the dusty bodies accumulate. "It's a fire hazard," my wife says, so once a month, I hoist the Hoover to a precarious position atop the step-ladder. Once again the tiny dancers fly in a splendid swirl, a frenzied flurry, before rushing down the tube into the great bag of eternal darkness.
Perhaps, like Odysseus, I shall lash myself to the mast when those irresistible strains float on the evening breeze. But if I should break my bonds, I know I'll be looking for something a touch classier than a commonplace light-fitting.
"Not posh enough to be a chandelier," my wife says. "It's just a light fitting."
Which must sadden the flocks of moths who, without thought of self-preservation, hurl themselves of an evening into the glowing openings, where they dance their final tribute to the searing Siren who has lured them to destruction.
I hear their tiny wings flapping and fluttering an eerie accompaniment to their tortured tango. Sometimes a larger specimen rings his own death knell as he beats out his rhythmic idolatry against the glass of this vitreous tomb.
Day by day the dusty bodies accumulate. "It's a fire hazard," my wife says, so once a month, I hoist the Hoover to a precarious position atop the step-ladder. Once again the tiny dancers fly in a splendid swirl, a frenzied flurry, before rushing down the tube into the great bag of eternal darkness.
Perhaps, like Odysseus, I shall lash myself to the mast when those irresistible strains float on the evening breeze. But if I should break my bonds, I know I'll be looking for something a touch classier than a commonplace light-fitting.
when my siren sings
I shall dance to my glory
on a chandelier
I shall dance to my glory
on a chandelier
Odysseus (Ulysses) wished to hear the voices of the irresistible Sirens. He ordered his men to tie him to the mast and their own ears were plugged with wax so they would not succumb.
Yep, the reminder to vacuum the bugs from the light-fitting just came up again...
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and 2 member cents. Yep, the reminder to vacuum the bugs from the light-fitting just came up again...
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