Neighbours

The house across the road, number 104
has new windows and a stained glass door.
It's two months since a young couple moved in
tirelessly renovating, painting, and decorating.

I think they're about finished, it looks complete,
and it takes its place with the best on the street.
Yesterday the young man fitted an outside light
to add the finishing touch, and it looks just right.

At bedtime this evening as I was about to get into bed
the drawn bedroom curtains looked unusually red.
I pulled them aside and to my complete surprise
a bright red light shone before my eyes.

The next day I could no longer suffer in silence,
so asked my neighbour if he knew of its significance.
Fortunately he didn't, and quickly replaced the bulb of red,
leaving all in the street to sleep much happier than they did.

by Orlando Belo

Comments (5)

Ah, a well-known scenerio, Max. Like opening the mailbox in breathless anticipation........ EMPTY! But it's that unexpected comment or message that makes it all worth the effort. So, keep penning, and making the magic happen! Linda
Keep persevering through the disappointment. This too shall pass. dan
So true Max. And you do indeed turn words into gold. Hugs Anna xxx
maybe i'm understanding it wrong, but poets are like alchemists, they write poems and post it in here, the feeling of some one liking your work is undescribable. But even if know one notices your poem that doesn't mean that you should give up. We continue writing no matter what. All the best HBH
I don't know why Max but this piece made me sit back and chuckle. Thank you.