Victoriana

Victoriana

28.8.15

1800's Rival

The sun and moon are rivals. The present life and the afterlife rival each other also. My name in Latin means rival.

The creaking burnished door to life
named her Rival—
and every woman who looked on the child
glowered white until their eyes grew dark.
She blew the dandelion in seed,
wishing, wondering, wanting—
The fairer life of the meadow
met with the mountain’s shadow.

Hoping for things not to be hoped for—
her 1800's purse was black with gold tassels—
believing in things not to be believed in—
on her velvet dress was the beaded bodice.
Forever gone, holding on—
opaque moon and golden sun rivalling
present life and afterlife rivalling—

the dream of time gone by.

Emily Isaacson

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