The neighbor’s chalice

My unknown neighbor
keeps a chalice

on her window sill,
half filled with sand,

and on the sand a blood-red candle.
A chalice steady and round

behind wavy net curtains
that would undulate

if my neighbor,
of whom I only know

a silhouette,
would ever open

her window.

– James Steerforth (© 2007)


About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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