Drawing by Susan C. Price
Chair
By Eric Meub
Chair
By Eric Meub
[Originally published on December 14, 2013]
She closed no doors at home. Sometimes they’d shout
at her, slammed by the wind: a single clap
of violent conclusion, like a trap
to seal her in a room. Or keep her out.
She liked her Sundays free of plans, disdaining
dinner invitations to linger by
her window watching the day’s whiteness die
on the walls. Or not linger, choice remaining.
She shunned the ends of novels, kept her ledge
of volumes fringed with bookmarks. She endured
her mother’s Persian carpet but preferred
unraveling to any bordered edge.
She never married, never lost her days
attending graduations, high-school plays.
| Copyright © 2013, 2018 by Susan C. Price & Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena, the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |
The rhyme scheme here sounds so natural--great poem.
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Michael H. Brownstein
Michael, I apologize that it took me so long to notice that your comment required "moderating" simply because of how old the post was.
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