A request for contrast from The Daily Post:
There is a delicate shell chandelier that hangs over the piano. It has a curious affinity for light, and as the light fades, dusk begins, and champagne is poured…it comes strangely alive. The transformation takes it from soft luminosity to a faint menace.
Perhaps the champagne was flat.
To offer further contrast to this newly disembodied atmosphere, there is even turgid, nonsensical poetry to be had after dinner:
Sweetly sings she
her song of sushi
while chandeliers of
light filled shells
chime and shimmer
as champagne sheens
and sparkle chills;
what shadows you