Poem: No Light of Their Own

No Light of Their Own

The candlesticks are solid gold.
They used to grace the Romanov tables,
But the Romanovs, we know were doomed,
and somehow, after murder, rampage, wars
and history, they ended up here in a museum,
beautiful to look at, gleaming in the carefully placed lights
but lacking candles, or a light of their own.

About this poem

About Candlesticks. About people.

The picture was taken at an exhibit on the Romanov Communion set at the Russian Icon Museum in Clinton, Mass.

Tom

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