Ink and Wax

The curve of the cold candle’s wick
Favored the bend of a shepherd’s crook
‘Forget not to remember your friends’
The poet’s last line before the ink’s brook:

A smear trail to announce such an end
That didn’t scan with the rhythm of a life
So sharply keen on just the right measure
And beat to tell of love, glory and strife.

Brought lowly by a coronarial infarct
And too many years bent over parchment and pen
And too few rounds about an athlete’s track:
We agree 59 years too young to find one’s end.

Now dry ink and spent wax covered the page
Discovered a fortnight since the death.
“Constable, come quick!” cried a neighbour
Due to an odour that fair caught one’s breath.

If this lesson be the means to find lighter ends,
N.B.: forget not to remember your friends.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 5, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. That was really beautiful, in a way where it played a sad but sweet tune.

  2. A beautiful comment, thank you!

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