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Christina’s World

My life...  
my legs they have kept far away from me
From the loft
From the rafters  
In the night come rumbling  
The pans had fallen from the shelves  
 
In the growing distance  
My home  
In the growing distance  
 
It has spread before me
And no longer reaches the gingham  
The hem and floral petals  
Shiver in the wind  
 
Something grows in the space  
From here to there..  
an emptiness  
And yet it grows  
 
My smile haunts my forehead  
It creases and is spittled with heat  
My smile had fallen from the shelves  
Along with the pans  
And my Mothers booming laugh  
 
My Mothers laughter echoes the distance
It is like lightning crack  
When I awaken from it  
And can no longer find my step  
 
I reach ..  
I pull away with timid hand
I am the field mouse  
I am the scarecrow off her post  
I am beauty on an island  
Of memory and remorse  
And the Sea
She folds into browns  
The screams of the cicada
Calamityofgin
Author's Note
Inspired by Christina’s World
By Andrew Wyeth
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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