MUSED
BellaOnline Literary Review
Pantheon, Rome by Lisa Shea

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Poetry


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Ruth Z. Deming

As I lie falling asleep at night
bedroom facing the street
I picture the walls of my
yellow house crumbling away.

Here I am revealed to all in
my striped pajamas
curled up on my side
books, reading glasses and
tissues strewn on the
husbandís side.

I lie under the tiger blanket
used by father when he was
dying, a white feather comforter
atop that, an occasional duck
feather quacking its way out.

Noises are few. The furnace
clears its throat. The fridge
hums a Beethoven sonata
and the water dispenser on
the outside is lit up when I
enter the dark kitchen
like the Milky Way.

I sit up.
An unfamiliar noise. Is it
the rapist Iíve been
waiting for all my life?

I open the front door.
The stars pounce on me.
The bird houses quiver.
Barefoot, I step outside, feeling the
cold stone steps, littered
with autumn leaves.
I pick up a red maple and
press it to my mouth.
A star fallen to earth.




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Reader Feedback:
This is a beautifully written piece. Strong verbs, great imagery. Very nice.
~Carol

This is wonderful. Very funny and clever.
~Sadie