Dancers with Candles
Dancers with candles are lurking around
Places where mistletoe is to be found,
Hoping their empty lips soon will be kissed,
Fearing their footsteps will turn into mist.
Suddenly sleepy the dancers do swoon,
Not caring at all that it’s only noon.
Could this be deep magic doing its work,
Or am I dreaming like some lonely jerk?
Soon I’ll be nodding, my air will be gone,
And it will be time for me to pass on.
Please don’t forget me when I am no more;
Give heed to my wisdom, this I implore.
Of all I’ve told you, try to remember:
Dance with your candle every December!
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #295
More Writers’ Pantry #49 at Poets and Storytellers United
Posted on December 6, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry, The Whirligig and tagged air, candle, dancers, footsteps, gone, kissed, lips, lonely, lurking, mistletoe, nodding, sleepy. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
Candles, mistletoe and Decembers, and beung remembered by friends, what can we ask for today?
Stay Safe
Much❤love
Makes me want to skip a little. What magic is beheld in that candle smoke?
…try not to burn the decorations at the same time!
Great rhythm, a bit of a poignant ending. Good read!
This is …. magical.
I like the ghostly touch in this poem where footsteps turn into mist It makes me not want to dance with a candle though 😉
Hmm, how smoothly you danced from mistletoe kisses to that final farewell. We all hope to be remembered, don’t we? If the candle is life, I’m happy to dance with it as long as possible.
“Soon I’ll be nodding…” Dance on, Teach! Well done.
Love it!
I echo Rosemary and also hope there is much left to burn on my candle…
Anna :o]
I see a veiled curtain from time being lifted and past loves get a chance to reconnect once a year… I’m sure I’m off…