Candles for Her

For this poem I took a phrase (the candles shed their tears on the table) and wrote a paragraph about it. Then I broke the sentences apart and put it in poem form and changed a few things so it flows nicely. I imagine a man in a small home, almost like a cottage, all alone on a rainy night. It's kind of sad, but I like this poem because of the emotion that I've attempted to portray.

Candles for Her

The polished table mirrored

crackling flame of the small fire.

Five candles rested gently

shedding their tears onto the dark table.

Tears mimicking the man sitting

at the table with head in hands,

shoulders convulsing with grief.

A broken picture frame held a small girl

on the man’s younger shoulders.

Glass shards glimmered at the edge

of the room from the metal frame

beneath the crack in the wall.

All fell apart

and all maintained this love

from the man to his daughter.