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Cracked Ceiling In A New England Country House

A Poem by Juanita Torrence-Thompson

Posted: November 24, 2008

 

The white splintered ceiling
slants downward

Banks to the left
beside the bed
obscuring secrets in its plaster

I imagine:

A paraplegic artist
paints storm clouds
and tornados, mirroring
his black thoughts

A prolific writer with bad teeth
harps upon personification
yields reams to trees and violins

A poet rhymes her verses
stacking them
with harsh metaphors
mocking the world
line after line

 

Juanita Torrence-Thompson -- poetrytown@earthlnk.net -- lives in Flushing, N.Y., and is editor-in-chief/publisher of the 25-year-old international Mobius, The Poetry Magazine. She’s been published in Canada, Europe, Australia, and U.S. journals and online, and in her two newspaper columns. New York and African Tapestries is Small Press Review “pick.” In addition to the U.S., she has read in Singapore, Switzerland, and South .Africa, and her work can be found on Youtube: www.poetrytown.com.

 

Summer/Fall 2008 Poetry:

FEATURED POET: FIVE POEMS by Arlene Ang
THE EDGE OF THE WORLD by Jeanette Lee
ACTIVE LEARNING by Fred Jacobs
1946 by Steve De France
WHAT WE DO ALL DAY by Matthew Savoca
WHEN YOU WERE GOOD by Laurie Granieri (Editor's Choice)
LOVE WITHOUT SEX by John J. Petrolino III
DELIVERANCE by P.C. Scheponik
YOUR TASTE STILL LINGERS by Sarah Pace
AUTUMN by Cody Boyko
ETHEREAL by Arielle Hader
JUST EAST OF VINE by Ry Kincaid
SILENCE. by C.J. Opperthauser
BREVITY by Yi Dong
CRACKED CEILING IN A NEW ENGLAND COUNTRY HOUSE by Juanita Torrence-Thompson

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