Through the boarded window, a ladder
of light falls across frayed carpet flowers.
Candles burn low in red glass bowls...
illuminating shadow mice, as they
scurry from a dead cat’s ghost.
Steel coils, spring up, ripping their way...slowly...
through wine-stained, beige-velvet cushions.
A spider in her woven web...sits...
suspended between wall and mandolin...waiting...
as the handless clock ticks in time
counted by a cuckoo’s cry.
Forgotten food decays amid fragments of
shattered porcelain...while the black phone
rings over and over...
then stops...unanswered.
Face up, a faded note lies upon the floor...
“Last night I dreamed of fuchsia fish swimming through air
and when I woke, I longed, once again,
to live beneath the sea...
but I promise...I will be back often
enough to water the gardenias.”
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Editors Note: If Selkies are unfamiliar, I suggest the movie linked below:
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