Candles of hair

In candles of hair,
Light forced along straight paths,
Escapes as it may.

Instead of fireworks, I lit the fibre optic lamp. A relic of the 70's and an object of derision to many, but something I find irresistible!

I am fascinated by the way the light is transmitted along the thin glassy tubes only to escape at the end. I love the softly changing colours and pinhead lights at the end of what seems like lustrous hair.

An object which has no purpose other than to mesmerise ... rather like my lava lamp .....