Oct 1, 2010

Her Mother Wasn't the Only Reason for Leaving

By Amber J. Alexander

she slipped                                  away
like a book jacket

never      fits the same


it’s protection        wanes
if not disillusioned 
sneaking out a window
once     sealed shut 

by layers
       of paint
                    a record of years
pages of lead base
she chipped                                  away

her action        discrete 
motive            desperate

it was the rye field 
who spoke to        her
through the panes


taller than         she
would swallow whole
her romantic notion               of freedom