“The Cupboard Light”
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
careful not to wake her.
The house exhaled its silence—
walls warm with sleep,
timber creaking
from the day’s last heat.
He padded to the kitchen
in bare feet, opened the cupboard
where li’l miss had hidden
a note for him the day before:
“I love you even when you forget milk.”
He smiled at that.
Switched on the stovetop light—
not bright enough to disturb,
just enough to see his notebook.
He scribbled under
a half-written poem:
“Faith is not thunder. It’s a fridge humming through the night.”
A creak behind him.
Li’l Miss in her tiny dressing gown,
one sock half-off, thumb in her mouth.
“You writing again?” she asked.
He nodded.
She nodded back, solemnly,
like a poet-in-training,
and padded away.
The cupboard light blinked once
and stilled. He returned to his pen.
The house listened.
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great write
Thanks so much, Norman (D), much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
deserved
This feels so familiar so comfortable and relatable. It has a sense of cuteness to it that makes it charming. Nicely done Cryptic
Glad that it did so, thank your for letting me know dear friend. 🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome my friend
Very comforting and soothing write, even the daughter left the writer to it, a wonderful write, very enjoyed
We can always dream! And there is somehow a hope that things can be that idyllic. Most appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome, enjoyed it
So glad that this came through within its first couple of hours.
This is so tender and quietly cinematic (a quality I truly love)…domestic stillness wrapped around a moment that feels both ordinary and sacred. That final image of the house listening lingers beautifully. Houses listen. Indeed. Loved this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
And that's a fine line that borders or thresholds into dark and even horror genres... like where fresh water meets the ocean, something like that...Cheers Tittu!🕊️🙏🏻
Absolutely! And I loved it! Cheers, Rik! 💜🙏
Can’t wait to collaborate again with other artists to produce cinematic shorts and such but there are so many scammers these days.
Ooh. Do you create film, my friend? Is that what I am reading here? How cool is that! And, hell yeah on the scammers. A real tragic and unfortunate thing for sure!
Hello, arqios,
All a poet needs is a stovetop light, a humming fridge and a beautiful interruption - behold a cupboard full of poems. A wonderful poem leaning on the wonder.
Fond regards,
Tony.
There is a walk-in cupboard fashioned and built by the Muse! Thanks Tony🕊️🙏🏻
Atmosphere, built domestic detail. Brilliant narrative.
Thanks mate. Been awhile. Good to have you back 🕊️🙏🏻
Only occasionally...but couldn't leave this one.
That’s so good to hear, Dave 🙏🏻🕊
This tale unravels in the ambiance of that careful tiptoeing so as not to waken sleepers, unfolding with exquisite details and a tender sweetness which irresistibly draws the heart into that warm moment. Beautiful. Excellently rendered with perfect imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Softly intimate and beautifully understated, -it says so much with so little, like a whispered truth in the dark. Well written!!!!
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