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    Under Candle Bright: Poems and Reflections
    Under Candle Bright: Poems and Reflections
    Under Candle Bright: Poems and Reflections
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    Under Candle Bright: Poems and Reflections

    By Ian Houston

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    Under Candle Bright examines the human heart and human condition through poetry and reflection. It focuses on the challenges and beauty of life, the value of human interaction, and the influence nature has on the soul.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateJan 19, 2020
    ISBN9781543996142
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      Book preview

      Under Candle Bright - Ian Houston

      © Ian M. Houston 2019

      ISBN: 978-1-54399-613-5

      eBook ISBN: 978-1-54399-614-2

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Dedication

      For my supportive and loving parents, Brenda and Allan Houston, and my siblings Glenn, Neal, and Leigh

      For my encouraging Nana, Agnes Standbridge, and Granny, Winifred Houston

      For my extended family- past, present, future

      For special teachers, mentors, and friends

      For my kind, thoughtful, fun-loving, and courageous children, Aidan, Griffin, and Grace, and their future partners and families

      And, especially, for my dear wife and partner, Jolene ‘Jo’ Pendleton Houston, whose wisdom, humor, patience, faith, understanding, and love has been my inspiration and guide

      Contents

      The Imagined

      Forgotten Lass

      Grief, Allay

      Innocent Days

      Mother v. Demon

      Footpath Bridge

      The Mill Girls

      Fallen Trees

      Was It?

      Lonely, Parted Luv

      Phillis, The Poet!

      The Ghost of Duncan

      Kansas City Welder

      Loving Nana

      El Carmelo Gardener

      Poem Never Published

      Holding You Again

      Hero Stands

      The Child Rises!

      Dog Chewing Pen

      To Adventure

      The Blades of Grass

      Furry Fluff

      Liberating Day

      Falls of Dochart

      Heartbroken Daughter

      Myself Forgive

      From Afar

      Widegates Charity Tale

      Duty Calls, Tomorrow

      Rest Under Rowan Tree

      The Chipping Campden Grave

      The Comforter’s Key

      Accepting Hold

      Shelley Sing

      Environment Save

      Returned for Moment

      Nesting Angel

      The Father of Fishers

      Farewell Son

      Hillside Grass

      Troubles Below

      Together

      Til Journey’s End

      Winged Theatre

      Powdered Keg

      Pillowless Prince

      A Celestial Piece

      The City Pigeon

      Into the Golden Wood

      Scottish Bard

      Future Nourished

      The Leaf

      I Will Stay

      For A Royal Leamington Walk

      Park Bench Sparrows

      The Knight Hand

      Lonesome Fisherman

      Goodbye, Dearest Friend

      Her Courageous Light

      Saint of Water Leith

      Young Russian Artist

      Pirate’s Tale

      The Metro Smile

      Pedaled Path

      Rain Drop

      Sea Shell

      Her Lesson Song

      Charity of Letters

      Other Passages

      Woman of Urban Courage

      The Stonemason

      The Genuine

      Deep Mined Love

      Mr. Rose

      Emerson’s Grief

      The Blue Magic

      The Scented Scripture

      Breathed

      A Parent’s Work

      The Water’s Layer

      Across the Veil

      Poet Soup

      The Ministering Pine

      June Emancipation

      Beneath

      To the Hatchling

      What of the Universe?

      Farewell Royal Lady of Leamington

      A Party for the Departed

      Warm Blanket

      Letting Go

      Moments Before Farewell

      Sun Setting Days

      Above and Below the Sea

      The Monument to Noble Women

      Me, Gathered Ash

      The Summer Ball

      City Birds

      Mustard Seed

      The Shephard’s Gate

      Farewell for Now

      Her Matchless Beauty

      Young Fallen

      The Shinning Heart

      Rising Light

      Homeless Night

      Emily

      Below the Human Skin

      Aging Wall

      Time Calls Out

      You, The Painting

      She, Antonia

      Renovation Splendor

      Carmel Cypress

      The Coventry Girl

      Hand in Stream

      The Fisher’s Alter

      Change

      The Stage

      The Chorister

      Humility of Snow

      We Are More

      Winter Meets Spring

      Blooming Ballet of Spring

      Sailing Ahead

      Anne’s Beauty

      Durham Plea to Dark

      What We Have Gained

      This Same

      Forgiving, One

      Labor Song

      Complexion Light

      Settled

      Boarding Late Bus

      Baby Daughter Joy

      I Am of The City Masses

      Mountain Side

      Heart Bruised

      Behind the Castled Silhouette

      The DACOR Bacon Gem

      Tenderly

      Summer

      Mother, Father

      Somber Night

      You, Captain, at the Helm

      July 20, 1969

      I Shall Not Flee

      Newlyn Petals Shine Red

      The Proud Refugee

      Autumn Last

      The Imagined

      There on hardened winter branches rest,

      My lingering fears so firmly perched,

      A returning omen in my breast

      That this life may be cursed.

      Have I so failed the test?

      My weary eyes saddened,

      It seems I have lost my zest,

      My soul to shell am I resigned.

      Then winds stir from the West,

      Reassuring that I am not abandoned.

      Onward with my continued quest,

      Seeking for that which I imagined.

      Forgotten Lass

      Resting behind the museum glass

      The stately royal gown.

      A dress for but one class,

      She who donned the crown.

      No sign of the lovely lass,

      From the Scottish farming town.

      A name lost to museum brass,

      She who stitched with such renown.

      Grief, Allay

      He, forsaken, molded words in clay,

      Searching to create amidst the dim.

      What healing spirit would grief allay,

      Light to gathered blackness in him.

      The pews were full they say,

      Parted souls once burdened grim.

      No longer shouldering the troubled day,

      Such choirs sing a restful hymn.

      Through windows, spring casts its ray,

      This sorrow now poised to trim.

      His hope often fell as prey,

      Today it kept him above the rim.

      Innocent Days

      Faint elementary school recollections, that gentle strand,

      Thieves of dear innocence do frequently swipe.

      Often I keep shards of Cumberland,

      Remember teachers

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