Thursday, 9 February 2017

A poem by Quinn White

~Aesthetics~


What's beautiful?

          Floating, daughter.

Starfish.

          Applause.

Mermaids. Bluebirds. Karate Tuesdays.
Paisley diamonds. Daisy tiaras.


          You're a cowlick of air,
          dust beneath books. I talk to myself.

Fairy tales. Glow sticks. Rapunzel's hair.
Willows. Ghost story shivers.


          I call you "Ghost Daughter."
          I build a house for you to haunt.

I already live on Peachtree Street.


          Your haunted house
          is close to complete.

My mother saws invisible wood.
Nails invisible planks.
Raises a haunted house.


I walk within her mirrors.

Who are you talking to?


          A question.

A crush.

          An orchid pinned to satin.









Quinn White is the author of My Moustache (Dancing Girl Press, 2013) and Orienteering (Origami Poems Project, 2013). Her poems have appeared in journals such as Sixth Finch, Word Riot, Hot Metal Bridge, and The Adroit Journal. She is a graduate of Virginia Tech's MFA creative writing program and is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee.

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