Hello Gran.

[heslopian]

This poem is so good I'm somewhat envious

The candlelight whispered on the walls
of the room; like her, the bed was old
and cold. The quilt was older, stitched
with her nimble fingers in the not-so-roaring thirties,
by the light of a huge open hearth volcano. Is "volcano" needed? That metaphor adds too much to this tranquil scene, I feel.

A cut glass perfume bottle by Lalique glimmered.
Filled with her essence, the scent of Guerlain;
it was who she was. It permeated the space
in the cedar shuttered room like words in a book This simile is fantastic. My favourite line in the piece.
of love poems, or coloured glass in a Tiffany store.

Looking at the well worn slippers on polished pine.
Feeling the room share her breath as she did
with warm-elderberry-wine kisses on my cheek.
No longer sorrowful of her being alone
I snuffed the candle and sat for a while
In her company. Does this really need a seperate line?

What I like about this is that for the most part you've evaded the trap of saying too much, using too many words, which you sometimes do in your more classical pieces. This is a soft and tender poem, charmingly rendered.