What I Saw From the Bench Table

One evening's visions

The two secret lovers

and the earbuds between them

not distracting from the books on the table in front of them

with candles to light their reading

and the mosquitoes that fly in and out of the candlelight

daring themselves to survive the flame

and the few that don’t

but mostly the few that do

and nip at the legs of the two receptive orators

discussing the surprising effectiveness of catching birds

which didn’t catch the attention of the Scot

who walked in to finish a routine for the night

falling about us quickly as a hastily cast shroud over a birdcage

which is iron and not cheap

like the unaspiring orange plastic cup

sitting in a ho-hum way with the flickering candlelight rubbing it

and the candlelight that misses the deck of cards

sitting ready

waiting and shuffled

for any of the pairs or any of the mosquitoes or any of the birds

to deal out a few chips for the evening’s last hand

Author's Note

Written February '13

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"The two secret lovers




and the earbuds between them




not distracting from the books on the table in front of them




with candles to light their reading"

A splendid read and write...Wonderful

[Charisma Moonfairy]

The structure and wording of this is so wonderfully placed, I could see the scent playing out before my very eyes and found it to be wondrous indeed.