Month 5:27 “Ceiling Lamp, Kitchen”

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CEILING LAMP, KITCHEN
~kelly green

Beneath a flaring rim

(its inner cape pearl-white, one bulb
glowing edgeless as the moon
I saw last night partially hazed,
haze magnifying circumference,
moonlight leaking past boundaries)

I sit, eat red Cortlands, right-click, split
open mail with a silver blade
on a table off-center, just northeast of the lamp,

a fraction closer to night’s setting arcs
spied through panes of glass. Winters,
the bulb warms my brow the way
a green-striped mint suffuses,
emollient, a lenient palate.

by Therese L. Broderick

NOTES: This is one poem in a chapbook manuscript I’m now assembling. This version of the poem benefits from the feedback of three local poets.

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This article was written by poetryaboutart on 04 Dec 2011, and is filled under Therese Broderick.