Architecture
Architecture
The folds in her hands, church pamphlets, every figment
set in the old balcony’s smell, her father’s smell when he
sleeps too long in the back bedroom, back to the opening
which begins stairs, those folds of wood grinding time down
to nonexistence, pointed structure gone from wind, dirty
bed sheets folded like prayers.
-refers from the word “folds” in Laura McCullough’s poem Longing
6 Responses “Architecture” →
Debbie
February 16, 2011
Theresa, this was a wonderful poem. I loved the progression as it unfolded . . .:)
Annmarie Lockhart
February 23, 2011
The image of the stairs folding, like I’d always known it but not in those words. Great job!
Theresa Senato Edwards
February 23, 2011
Thanks so much for reading, Debbie and Annmarie! Maybe you could write in response to a word or phrase from the poem???? Keep the poetic progression going? Would love to see what you come up with. Love the inspiration of this mag. Props to Jessie!
jessiecarty
February 23, 2011
It is funny to watch how the referrals come in. Sometimes I have immediate referrals and then other times I find people are still referring to pieces published a year ago in our archives. Just love how that works!
Donnelle McGee
March 1, 2011
That last line – “bed sheets folded like prayers” – is tender and fierce…. wow…just lovely.
-Donnelle
Theresa Senato Edwards
March 1, 2011
Thank you so much for reading, D, and for your kind words. Did you submit some of your work to Referential yet? Hope so!
Peace and Onward…..