Sunday, January 20, 2008

Her Room

Spider spinnerets shroud
the curtainless windows
with shuddering webs

In the diffused light
The chair where days of aching sat
The corners
where shadows darkened
and chased out sound

There a view once extended
to be severed by eyelids
shut

Here the residue of emptiness
drags itself into your lap
to unfold your white hands
curl

As the morning upturns
luminous and gasping

2 comments:

brad said...

breathtaking, Amanda

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Luminous and gasping indeed!