The candelabra

This is the second piece I wrote in that evening at The Art Factory.  I enjoy it when this kind of writing happens - it's a response to the flow of the moment; for a place in time and the people inhabiting it.  I don't know if it has any further reach than for that evening, but I thought I'd share it anyway.  It's written down more or less like a poem, but I don't know if I'd call it that...

It drops from above

This rain of wax

Coating

Melted from the whole

Hanging just above

Within reach but secure

The candles spend themselves

To coat what lies below

The burn felt

Being only a fraction

Of the process from candle to wax

All sacrificed

To prepare itself to creat

A protection

Taking perfect shape

Over that which it covers

Individual