to a chandelier
Wo viel Licht ist, ist starker Schatten.
Goethe
fire-drunk, you dangle like a bad metaphor:
a too-ripe melon, tugging umbilical
at the ceiling.
your shape: just right: the élan of a soap bubble
your flux: too bright: hubris like a slow burn
your smell: burnt wax: a caramelised Icarus
o luminary! you haven’t learnt that all theories are grey and needy.
on the floor –through insidious interstices– blurry blind bugs scurry,
awaiting the zigzag of your electric twilight, patient & carnivorous.
Olivier Faivre is a French expatriate in the Netherlands. A physicist by training, he is currently pursuing a MA in Creative Writing at the Open University.