In the Dark

At the altar, a girl in a cassock

snuffs out the candles one by one.

The long pole with its bell-shaped end

swallows tongues of fire.

The empty nave mourns the end

of light, of flickering warmth . . .

–Excerpt from “In the Dark” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in International Poetry Review.

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