Resident Artist: Carrie Albert No. 5

 

Inside Out

Looking backward through
an open doorway

inward the house

Coraline slept in a closet
upon feather dresses,
pillows of silken leaves
stitched for dreaming.

Her baby fingers grew into

white-gloved hands
picked furless peaches
hanging on the tree inside–
out of the window.

One day she saw a golden

lion silently feeding
on the violets. She went outside
the backward door. He bit

her toe, but over time

she began to doubt
he was real. The unicorn
who she forgot to feed
also disappeared

or died? Letters vanished

in the orange tree. She grew
too big to fit inside
the closet. Walls were stripped
rooms turned bare. magic

chairs had gone the way

of trees turned into kindling.

The roads inside were gone.

She searched the cupboards
to find out where
they went, mourned the long
hallways where she once ran
and flapped her wings. Her arms
ached and grew longer.
She was silent but
not broken. As green

turns to silver

a lost road wound
between the legs of a chair.

 

Ghost House

Copyright © 2015 by Carrie Albert

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One thought on “Resident Artist: Carrie Albert No. 5

  1. Anna
    April 15, 2015 at 10:52 am

    lovely and magical and real. Yes !!!

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