“The Game”
Faint amber glow remains to haunt
their fiery past.
Her slumber stirs. His candle cast
and with its burn, her snuffer there again to taunt
but not to trim his light.
His wick still wild with passion’s flight.
dreams emboldened; reckless delight.
Painting by Henry Fuseli (1741-1825)
jacquelinecaseypoetry 
This has such a classic tone to it
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Thanks for response, Ruby…
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Nice poem…love the line about passions flight.
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Thank you, Kathy.
You know an interesting thing about the painter, Henry Fuseli. He was also a poet and describes in his biography a certain relationship with the lady in this painting. I wrote the poem, using the painting to illustrate BEFORE I read about his life. He was a wild and crazy guy! I think he is the ‘gargoyle’ sitting on the woman’s chest as she sleeps, or tries to, lol.
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This put me in mind of the poetry of Shelley or Byron. Very nicely done!
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Very classic tone, what Ruby said.
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