This is for the Sunday Muse, and, rebel that I am, I’m writing this on Tuesday. 🙂 I wrote a half-sonnet (thanks to Larry for this idea). Here is the picture for this week’s Muse:
How is it possible lit flame arrives
Unquenched upon the salty seashore’s side?
Kept safe inside a jar, candle survives,
Perhaps the stars served as a faithful guide.
The candle stayed steadfast though wind did blow.
How did the lighted flame remain so warm?
Why are you asking me? Heck if I know.