This is more what I wanted to say this year, though I’m not sure it’s as good a poem. I may still tinker with it.
Some darkness is only the absence of light
Clean and empty
Time to rest and gather in before regrowth.
A candleflame honors it –
Dimming and flaring
Centring and setting off its velvet black.
Other darkness surges and seeks to overtake
Resentment and envy
Quenching light and life in rot and death
A candle resists it –
Holding off, diminishing
Dancing, yet steadfast
Where it stands, the dark does not prevail.
In any kind of darkness, light a candle.
This is 2018, which means I’ve been writing Chanukah light-in-darkness poems for ten years now. (Possibly longer; I need to check my old Moveable Type blog that preceded the WordPress one.) Trolling the archives of this blog, I’ve found 18 Chanukah poems – I didn’t write any in 2011, but wrote 2 or 3 many years. Is that enough for a chapbook?