The Blob

It absorbed all
who approached
near its lovely light
who hid there
clearly out of sight.

It was a blob, its blue dazzle
embraced, encased
in its light shell
all who posed for it.

Like the moon
it was one’s own
reflection mirroring
all who imitated.

Hand held, powerful
like the spermaceti
candle when it lit
half the Earth.

The other half
of course burned
in darkness but
safe from the blob.