casts shadow on a wall
with a reddened heart
the stem when grasped
is a thornless rose
held lightly in the fingers
the light refracted
casts random patterns
from an unseen light
white and uneven
is the wall of shadow
when the glass is raised
© BH, 2025
A poem written for the image, this time. It was a real glass of wine. The wall and the light was real, too…
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