I once stumbled into a cave, just off the city streets
It was quite damp and quite hollow
I couldn’t tell the pillars from the columns
or which way was what
I sat down on a crimson cushion,
spotted breadcrumbs in the seams and thought:
someone else has been here
Copper pipes howled into the heavens
and I could smell the mahogany splitting from itself,
each creek seeping deeper into my posture
I could feel, in the crannies of the cave,
in the slinky inclines of coiling corners,
in the gilded daggers bluffing from the walls and ceilings
something quite unholy
Author Bio:
Samantha Coggin is a poet from Philadelphia who currently resides in Berlin, Germany. For three years she has been working on a collection titled Saltines and Grape Juice, which plays with the broad theme of facades. Samantha graduated from The Writers Foundry master's program in Brooklyn, NY, in 2015.
It was quite damp and quite hollow
I couldn’t tell the pillars from the columns
or which way was what
I sat down on a crimson cushion,
spotted breadcrumbs in the seams and thought:
someone else has been here
Copper pipes howled into the heavens
and I could smell the mahogany splitting from itself,
each creek seeping deeper into my posture
I could feel, in the crannies of the cave,
in the slinky inclines of coiling corners,
in the gilded daggers bluffing from the walls and ceilings
something quite unholy
Author Bio:
Samantha Coggin is a poet from Philadelphia who currently resides in Berlin, Germany. For three years she has been working on a collection titled Saltines and Grape Juice, which plays with the broad theme of facades. Samantha graduated from The Writers Foundry master's program in Brooklyn, NY, in 2015.
RSS Feed