The Crystal Chalice

A crystal chalice is topped up again and again as he ingurgitated many bottles of claret.

In a haze of inebriated numbness, he imagines seeing a nymph stepping on seashells.

When he wakes, he’s lying in the pantry covered in eggshells with the dog licking his face.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s