Did I see a flicker, glimmer, ray of light or spell in some far-off stained glass window,
whose plastic resin shutters covet spermaceti lumens,
where pillar candles melt upon mosaics,
where blood rose stearates festoon violet perfumes,
where wax encrusted droplets suckle cherry blossom plasmas of the mind,
with coruscating cautionary amber apologues,
when hardened tallow rims are all that’s left for those who clingfilm second chances.

NB Serious edits, rewrites and improvers on previous submissions.