"dazzle gradually"

"Dazzle Gradually" 2017 poems, paintings, new art & photography--a diary, a discipline, a delight. Read over my shoulder as I post my unedited poetry ---you can see it in the raw or get my first book and see how the work evolves with new books rolling out next year.


Polly Alice

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Attic

Grandma's attic smelled
like 400 books baked into
dust motes. Just breathing
could make you smarter there.
Feather pillows in jailhouse
mattress ticking, bars from
which birds have already
escaped, but left you
a few feathers to sleep on.
Sheets ironed smooth
and heavy enough to keep
nightmares away, white
enough to starch your dreams.
Pink woolen blankets minus
holes for some nice
welcome mat for mice.
Floor boards stronger
than Jonah's boat. The
ironing board heaped
with clothes from 1968.
The moth balls have steeped
the air into syrupy camphor--
a match might make
the whole place blow, but
no it already feels like ashes
on the back of the sun.
So many words,
so many feathers,
so many tears
unshed.

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