Exceptional

By firelight, candlelight, moonlight...

More than a word can say

by LisaMay

Above the tidal flats we gather to read your poetry by firelight. A gust of laughter makes words dance. Ashes scatter. Ingenious, irrepressible, irreverent, you live again, high-kicking your way to Heaven. Sand in our shoes, it's time to go back to your old house. The power is off. Damply despondent, the walls weep while wavering candlelight pools on the kitchen table. We drink wine, pick at food, wander from room to room, looking for you in spine titles and faded photographs. By muted moonlight I notice a word drawn in the mantelpiece dust and picture your gnarled finger poised with purpose. (Writing always held your attention more than housework.) Then I stare through sagging lace curtains at the brilliance of stars. Eternity

Recognized