Lamp

Sci-fi on hi-fi.

Like a spray of water froze in time.
Like ice.

From the very pit,
that centre of the silver disc they emit.
A shred of fibres,
plastic hair.

By day they sleep,
the living insect lights, like stars
that hide inside the case.

Come out tonight, dear light.
One click clicked,
a switch flicked.
As pinpoint eyes blink and gaze we see
paradise.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.