Candles In The Snow
Lighting my way in Lapland
When we were visiting Santa in Lapland with my young son, what I remembered were the large candles/oil lamps which lined the pavements in the small village of Saariselka. Very cold but very beautiful...
Candles In The Snow
A small canister,
Recycled metal, oil filled.
Burnt a guiding flame.
or
A small canister,
In a pool of melted snow,
Burns to guide my way.
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Niall James Bradley
I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.
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Comments (5)
That second one hits so well. Love it.
What a stunning image. The old cans and the smoky 🔥
Sounds lovely. I love the image I picture in my mind.
I'm wondering if putting two on the same entry did you a disservice. They're both beautiful, and there's no limit to challenge entries, so I would make each one a separate entry in the future out of respect for the judges (whom I tortured in the villanelle challenge, as payback). The first one is quite sublime and would be much stronger as a standalone.
Very nice :)