Rugitus

I’ve never heard such an angry candle

It is roaring, spitting, flickering –

Its fractious flame disturbs the air

And alarms me. The silent evening

Cracks and fractures around it.

I am half afraid let my eyes rest there,

On the guttering, spluttering flame.

I can’t believe this is mere physics;

Maybe there is a theorem which

Erudite minds have found

To deconstruct and explain

Every volatile hiss and twitch.

It cleanses me though; it burns through

Scorching and torching my pain. It

Consumes the anguish I can’t quite suppress.

It is making a bonfire of my angst

And lighting the path ahead

For me. Vapourising my distress

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c Teresa Durran 180826