Queen of the Stone Age

     Museum by Tess Kincaid

Let us not concoct
healing potions for the dead,
nor invent
new colours
for blind eyes.
     -Hilda Doolittle

I dream

that I am on display

I have no privacy

except inside my own mind.

So I go about building an

inner life of vast spaces

empty of people

with wind and sun and

nightjars

singing me into bed.

Meanwhile

I stare blindly past

the gawking people

past the marble floors

glass doors

past the

streetfuls of cars and crowds,

buildings, bridges

mountain ridges

past the curve of the earth

past Moon, Mars,  Pluto

Milky Way,

out and out,

past a thousand galaxies

through time itself.

Written for Magpie Tales where Tess Kincaid reigns as Queen of the Manor.  Click on the link and join us.