Life in Blue
(After "Difficult Child" by Lisa Hess Hesselgrave)
Jane Ellen Glasser
Nothing is happening in the world of her room.
The ivories lie still as teeth in a jar. Yesterday
she played a lively toccata, her hands dancing
the keys. Today she sits, hands in lap like a child
waiting to be told when to lift the fork and eat.
The table is bare, her shadow staining its white cloth.
Is she waiting for something, a ring, a knock, to break
the spell that keeps her frozen in the hard-back chair?
Perhaps she has disappeared into prayer, her thoughts
impervious to time as an hourglass drained of sand.
Maybe this is what death would feel like -
a featureless globe atop a mute piano,
a strapless gown for shroud, and you, forever
going nowhere in the coffin of a blue room.
|Lisa Hess Hesselgrave '17th Street Bed'||Lisa Hess Hesselgrave 'Happy As Can Be'|
|Lisa Hess Hesselgrave 'High Street Bed'||Lisa Hess Hesselgrave 'Massacre of the Innocents'|
|Lisa Hess Hesselgrave 'Rocking Horse'||Lisa Hess Hesselgrave 'Vacuum'|