Peeling paint has never seemed
So weathered; a shallow shatter,
Stained by dark ink
Peeling paint has never seemed
So fragile to my hands and heart,
Stained by dark ink
And those corrosive fingerprints
So fragile to my hands and heart,
This dance on the edge of a wine glass
And those corrosive fingerprints,
On its crystal bowl
This dance on the edge of a wine glass--
We will never slip or stumble
On its crystal bowl.
Eyes bright, smiles sharp
We will never slip or stumble
Though our skin wears and tears
Eyes dull, smiles dull,
Chipping, crooked spines--
Curled, rest in red wine
Author Bio:
Magdalene Kennedy is a writer and visual artist from Nashville, TN.