The Dance of the Candlestick Flower

Photo by J. Sharland Day

From my window I did see,

Movements, peeking erratic-ally.

Who is looking in at me?

Someone that should not be?

I feared to seek

The one to sneak 

and take a peek

To be a freak

Or too meek

To meet one as chic

As I am thought to be.

Those thoughts instill

Against my will

Not a chill,

But a thrill

To now refill

Or fulfill

My yearns and needs and wants.

Alas, oh me

I feel to be

A silly she

Who wants to see

Herself as ye

Full of glee

And so carefree

As I look out through my window.

Photo by J. Sharland Day

Alas, ‘tis none

of one I’d stun

with grace and beauty won,

I just see sun,

a stem undone,

And one lonely flower.

Ah! The shadow moves

As it behooves

With its groove

I can’t improve

Or disapprove

Of its lovely, graceful swagger.

This tall bright flower

I can devour 

Its hypnotic power

To watch this hour

The layered tower

One cannot glower

At its magnificent flame

Its bright yellow cone

Layered and grown

Into a candlestick gnome

Grows not alone

And becomes overgrown

For with many its shown

Photo by J. Sharland Day

As a beautiful masterpiece

It will dance and sway 

And make my day

To watch it play

But soon, with dismay

Goodbye I will say,

  I wish you could stay

When you start to decay. 

Come back the morrow, nay;

Not until next season.

After winter’s break

I’ll not forsake

Nor will I take

A remake,

And not a fake

None but the dancing flower.

For you are real, 

That’s your appeal

Which makes me feel

You are ideal.

As I kneel

And try to steal

Your glory.

Come next Spring

Gladness bring

When movements swing,

You’ll dance, I’ll sing

While we welcome in the summer.