Screen_shot_2017-12-05_at_08.50.24by Patrick Howse16 Nov 2016

Night engulfs us.
Only flickers remain,
nurtured by shaking
hands with scorched
palms and backs
lashed by wind.

Each tiny glimmer
gives neither
nor much heat,
yet each is kept
stubbornly alive;

Perhaps this
is the one,
that one day,
will be wafted
and fed to blaze,
a new torch

To lead us
through our tunnel
of black horror
as we stumble,
blinking, towards
distant sunshine.