My Night In A Black Curtain

We wished to know

Each other

Like night and spoon.

I hear myriad spoons

Giggle night after night

On prized tables,

I hear unbroken sound

Of spoons dancing in joy,

At night.

I visit a small town  

Every night like a spoon.  

In proximity,

Road lights wink, houses

Big and small, look scary.

My night is draped in a

Big black curtain

But in that town I only hear

Unbroken sound

Of spoons

Falling from every table

And ridiculing me, every night.

Aneek Chatterjee is an Indian poet and academic from Kolkata and author of “Seaside Myopia: A Book of Poems” (Cyberwit.net, 2018). His recent credits are: The Stray Branch, Ann Arbor Review, Montreal Writes, Duane's PoeTree, Scryptic Magzine of Alternative Art and Literature, The Pangolin Review, Taj Mahal Review, The Conclusion Magazine, The Mark Literary Review, Eskimo Pie, Chicago Record Magazine; and poems in eight antholgies, all published from the USA.

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