|Photo by Jan Vernee|
Just beneath the surface, trains
rumble in her sleep, oil paints
skate Austrian Alps, huckleberries
transform to jam, wiggling
in tin buckets amid threat of bear
attack. Just beneath the surface, wooden
slats squeak below blustery corner
oak tree, carrot tops quiver in cool
northwestern winds. Just beneath the surface,
she’s crumbling at lull of Mozart, shivering
at sight of birch trees, swallowing
away tears while sucking down his favorite
chocolates. Just beneath the surface,
she masks lament, a child deserted.
Written from the Day Four prompt written by Marie Elena Good for Poem-a-Day.