If My Lamp Had A Soul

A Poem

Photo by Letizia Agosta on Unsplash

He’s possessive
Rigid
Back rimrod straight
His eyes are the soul
Of the night as I write

Who, but he
Would provide
An alluring beam
Of a pseudo sun
A weak comparison
To Apollo

Yet here he is,
Beaming, gleaming
Over the dark alphabet
As I write,
Tall and proud he
Offers illumination
As I read

When the true sun
Plummets into
Twilight, it is us
Entwined

Under the alluring warmth
As stars, moon, and
Poetry fill the page…

©ericajean

*Poetry based on a prompt on Miraquill