Votive
A honey-colored candle weeping wax
which hardens into beads: knots on a rope
flung from a tall tower’s
single window.
A candle cased in red glass, lit,
the tinted flame dancing on the wick.
Candles in a candelabra show
their white nakedness: the flames eat
from love-singed wick to molten toe.
Many little candles make four rows
and through their tinted cases, shed blue light
beneath a statue of Mary, blue-robed.
She longs to step down, pluck one, take a bite.
Anne-Sophie Eizayaga is a native of Saint Paul, MN who now lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and cat. Her first chapbook, Benediction for a Naturalist, was published in January 2023.
Lovely scene. I especially appreciate that final stanza. The blues, that light, "take a bite."