Mid-life crisis – 2
A squiggle of wrought iron winds sinuously around an upright black rod.
The smith used fire to coax the metal into an organic, flowing form that looks like a child’s drawing – and fire is there again, everytime the candles are lit.
Her husband gave her this candlestick many years ago and was chided for spending the money.
Now, as she looks at the writhing, upward thrust of petrified movement, she understands that this is the one object she would save from a fire
being, as it is, the object that defines her life so far.