Leave a light on

Björn Rudbergs writings

When you leave me,
please —
spike my gloom
with silver sickle
of a waxing moon
and in the wake
behind you
please —
trickle pebble stars
to guide me through
your night till dawn.

When you leave me,
please —
light me candles
by your bed.

Nude I by Edvard Munch

Today De hosts Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is spike. If you haven’t joined before the challenge is easy. Write a poem in exactly 44 words including the given word.

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