Burning Lamp – A Poem

I wander but I’m not lost.

My lantern shows me the path between

the obfuscations of faithless partners,

like the harpies of ancient times who

scoured flesh from bone until

little of the man remained,

and the brilliance of faithful partners,

like Priam’s ardent wife Hecuba

who died beside her lord

as the world they built burned around them.

I wander and I’ll soon be lost.

The flame in my lantern sputters

from diminishing oil

and in the wilderness

one is left with few options.


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