Candle-snuffer
The angel sent down fire in a flash
so that seeds would grow
eggs would hatch
new life would emerge
if things went well.
Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't.
I opened my mouth,
the flame of truth burning to be shared.
Up she came, the witch,
black and pointed,
with a candle-snuffer to extinguish my words.
It was dark in that room
for many dreary years.
Val Bucknall © 2001