sanctuary

[cjchaffin]

sanctuary

Candles flicker
with begged forgiveness,

each tender wick
a glowing reminder,

each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father's cheek.

Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.

Like brevity poems.  Like this one. And yet…looking for something new in the candles image. I'm even wondering why the image is plural and why they are all lit.  Your word choices are "interesting"…and yet. Candles asking for forgiveness for doing the job for which they were intended?  Okay.  Is that what a father does?  Don't wait too long…a candle only burns so long.  But wait…you have more than one.  I'm confused by the imagery. Mood is excellent. I even sympathize with the narrator and the last line / image is a keeper. I'm just not sure how you got there.

thanks 71. i was hoping that the title would clue the reader to the poem's setting, and that paired with the image of candles and prayers and the presence of "the father" (whose identity i purposely left ambiguous), everything would make sense. maybe it doesn't work as well as i'd hoped since you're having trouble getting there.