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My Father Telling Stories By Lamp Light
by Richard DavisWires fall
somewhere
from the weight
of too much
snow and ice,
and darkness
becomes complete.
A flashlight search
brings back candles
and kerosene lamps
whose wicks are lit
to bring a dim light
back to the living room.
My father sits
telling tall tales
about ten foot
snowdrifts down
Maine when
he was a boy,
the sparkle
in his eyes
becoming
the brightest
light in the room. 10/04/2008 Posted on 10/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 04/29/11 at 04:46 PM Lovely - glad to see this as POTD. I'm not familiar with your work but will be visiting your library. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/05/11 at 12:37 AM This reminds me of many a NH snowstorm when I was growing up. Fantastic, strange moments that seem to retain their magic through the years, you know? Love this! |
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