Daily Light Candle

Daily Light Candle ©

By

Michael Casey

This cell is so cold, I only  became a monk because I’d get fed and I’d escape the Black Death, in this splendid isolation. Daily Light Candle, what a job, but at least I’m safe here, away from the hangman’s noose. They don’t know I’m a wanted man, those silly monks.

Daily Light Candle, I want to hide in the shadows, but what task do they give me, Daily Light Candle. Me Michael Casey, a Monk, is that a rat in the corner of my cell? If I pretend to be dead I might catch it, it’ll make good soup. I need to sleep now, I have to wake in time to change the candle. Then as the cock crows its prayers again, why do these monks pray so early, why not enjoy these straw mattresses, then have food and pray afterwards.

 Michael Casey Monk, my wife would never believe it, she’s from the East, or that’s what she told me. And now I’m here in Birmingham up in the hills.

I’m sleeping now, this is  my dream, a candle that lights itself and tells the time, with some kind of music or some way to alert us, so I can sleep and not have to get up to change the candle. Then I could sleep,  Michael Casey Monk,  what a laugh, that school teacher said I’d hang one day, as I bashed his head and stole his bread.

Dreaming of food now, meat, real meat and bread, and mead too. Mind you these monks do know how to brew. I’ve stolen a cup or too while I’ve been here. If I do have to get up in the dark to change the candle I need a bit of encouragement, a bit of something to do me good. Daily Light Candle, what a joke, but it’s better than the hangman’s rope. My Eastern promise wife would laugh, me lighting candles and praying. But at least I am alive.

More dreams, Daily Light  Candle, so we have light to see with and to pray with, perhaps everybody will have their own candle and I wouldn’t have to get up to change it. Now that’s a great dream, no more Daily Light Candle, everybody would have their own in their private lantern. But when will the cost of candles go down.

That’s a great dream, no more Daily Light Candle, everybody would have their own private lantern. I need to wake up and change the candle now.

Well I changed the candle, it’s so dark and cold, I can’t wait to get back to my dream. I stole a couple of glasses of mead, its good, it’ll help my dreams. Now where was I in that dream. Yes a private candle to tell the time by. But what if there was a machine, a machine that was powered like the oceans waves, moving backwards and forwards, always telling the time, no need for candle private or not.

Yes in the future everybody has their own candle, it is clean and cheap and has power like the ocean inside it, as regular as the tide itself, telling the time, all day and all night. Now that would be such a great thing. I could stay in bed, and dream of mead and the wife from the East.

Such dreams I have, I should be a writer, not a thief hiding in a monastery, but I think dreams come true, so who knows, an automatic time telling machine with power like the ocean waves inside it. Everybody would like one, perhaps I could stop being  a Daily Light Candle  monk called Michael Casey and be the Michael Casey Writer, then nobody would confuse us.