Poem: A Retro Lamp Lives – 03/02/20

The lamp serves its dutiful purpose
Illumination has never been so fine
His shade with dangling fringe and beaded bliss
Shines through with retro colouring and rare promised times.
I wait for him to show me more
To illuminate the path of a worn insect or tired moth
To bring life to the surroundings aside from his common cause
No, wait,
There’s nothing there,
No daydreaming gnat, or mosquito carrying his lazy boat forth with oars.
Inanimate, the lamp brightens,
Blankly though, I realise,
Nothing to show other than what’s here as token,
No fitting state of revelation or demise.
  
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