That's really good. Intriguing. Especially this:
For me, white steel,
nailed to my temple.
Is this the temple on a head, or the temple of a god? The choices make for a very different meaning of the entire poem. I like switching from one to the other when I read this.
Lovely work! So glad to find this at freewritehouse! Thank you for writing with us.
The stanzas are interwoven to describe different points of view, from life or death. The inspiration is given by the image provided, and in addition to detailing the candles, note that the flames lean towards a wick that I consider a firecracker. Well, due to circumstances of destiny, when I was a child, the humble home of a little schoolmate caught fire, he died there; the cause of the fire were the fireworks...
Oh! So the image brought you back to a childhood trauma. The poem makes much more sense now. I suspected there was a death, because of the lines I quoted, but could not be sure. Now I am. Thanks for the explanation!