From My Niche Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

From my niche
From a saucer, maybe
From a candle burner, maybe
From an oil lamp, maybe

From tinder or paper
A lantern, maybe
The light flickers, regardless

Yellow, red and grey
Dances on the walls
Flame’s head, arrow

Murals on ceiling
Of smoke
And I cry

In my niche
I see tomorrow
Few hours later; maybe

Candle gone
Disappeared, dead
Darkness rules, again

Tens of instruments
Violins, guitars, brass
And cello with drums

Will not be visible
Will not be heard
Will not play, again

I cry
Thinking of death
Death of light, music

From my corner
From my solitude
From my niche