Day 24 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
A riddle.
Riddle
I wear a shining, scorching crown That causes me to sweat And if I sweat just long enough I shrink down to my death
Answer: Candle
Featured poem
A ballad by Emily Dickinson.
Beclouded
by Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.