Let’s take the blue boat out today

Cast off and dawdle
Our reflections close

Like spun butterscotch

Your hand in mine

Our blood coarsing

Slow horses coming home

Their backs, hot and steaming

In quieter times

You may once

Have watched me sleep

Dreamed my dreams

Slack-lipped in nimble grass

Had those whisked moments

We watch on little screen

Clutching the corner of pillows

Supple actors going through well-worn steps

We never took

Who the script? Whom sincere?

If we had known

We’d have made even the steel-hearted cry

In sentiment

For what is always lost


We discover

Real value and not

Cooling ash behind

The dazzle


21 thoughts on “Dazzle

  1. This feels fresh–like being in love for the first time or hopeful about something that one KNOWS will come to fruition. Beautifully done, Candice.

  2. Anyone that survived the 2009 Black Saturday bushfires in Australia would relate to your poem. 173 people perished in those fires, and families were torn apart. And of course, you have had your own calamitous wildfires since. Your poem may be just an analogy (who knows!), but it certainly personalised those tragedies for me.

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