It's Still Life

In the style of “Spoon River Anthology” by Edgar Lee Masters

Corinna Rosetti

I was born on a breeze –
cleaned, polished as bright pink

as roses growing fragrant, petals
drifting like stars across the sky,

and I loved the night. I’d stare out
like a moon leaning over the lake.

I lived in a house with a red door,
except when the baby died, then

it was painted black. Life is such
as sticky dance. My heart froze

over when snow fell that year.
I only wanted to go into utter

dark, where timeless things are.
I always wore black. I was well

suited to mourning. To sink. Deep.
Chronically black. A black buzzard.

My eternity is forever frozen, now
the door is painted black for me.

  
 
4b’s Just a Little More Thursday
and dVerse ©️ Misky 2020

I remind readers that I rarely “do”
autobiographical. These are fictional
pieces inspired by writing prompts.