Kerosene Lantern by David Jibson
2December 4, 2015 by northerncardinalreview
It’s one of those with a tall chimney of thin glass,
the kind she would have lit first thing in the morning
with a match struck on the rough metal of the stove.
She would have turned the little brass thumbscrew clockwise
until the lantern glowed without flicker or smoke.
In soft, oily light she would turn her attention
to lighting the stove and finding the iron pan
of yesterday’s grease drippings. Then, if there was time,
she might steal a glance through the blue and white curtains
to see what kind of day this is going to be.
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David Jibson lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He is an associate editor of poetry for the independent print lit. journal, Third Wednesday and a member of The Crazy Wisdom Poetry Circle. His work has appeared in Third Wednesday, Brasilia Review, Waccamaw Journal, Peninsula Poets, A-Literation and Highland Park Poetry.
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I’m very much drawn by the amount of detail described in such a small moment, and the nostalgic tone that seems to refer to something that cannot be recovered. It reminds me very much of Seamus Heaney.
Nice work David, glad you are still challenging yourself for enrichment, something I need to do more these days. Hope you guys are doing well my friend!