Fold
The rain dream again
nothing to hold overhead
except newspaper
its insides can be
its insides can be
folded like a boat
set at the pond edge
except the banks are
flooded. The ink runs
from its columns
society ladies
float
from page one
report
all formal wear
sold
the
full page ad
shows
their pixel
make
up supposedly
translucent
they
have not felt
like
partying since
flash
bulbs made them
crumple under
someone’s arm.
This is magnificent Ashley! The society ladies floating from page one knocked me out!
ReplyDeletenice...love the progression from the rain to the trip through the paper to those society ladies...and the crumpling under someones arm in the end...well writ...
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading! (Enjoyed your poem as well).
DeleteAshley, this is so very good. Your images are so well presented and I find a metaphorical quality to your work.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Victoria! I am really pleased you like it.
DeleteOh--I really, really like the feel of this one--and the imagery--subtle and so effective--
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it! I enjoyed your Jar poem very much; loved the perspective it offered.
DeleteThe images in this dream-poem are remarkably well-conceived - the ink running, the society ladies' pictures moving, the paper boat. A remarkable consistency in imagery, making for a wonderful descriptive whole.
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by! Glad the images struck a chord for you; it was a fun poem to write!
DeleteNice write, with strong imagery and a most wonderful opening line. Drew me right in.
ReplyDeleteAnd folded paper is one of the best things ever.