A taper illumines the head
of the man bowed over the table,
scribbling and smiling as ever,
claiming that smoke descended,
through his new-fangled candle
which lit his flickering words
and fumed as he mused,.
None to their own shame
could hold a candle to his lines.
They knew not his generous heart
smoked with the world’s clear light.
They cursed him with bell and book
fearing he raised spirits
on Candlemas Day
©Terry Hodgson2020
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