In Memory of Ann Sharp

Putting Away the Dollhouse

There's a child in the hallway
Waiting to enter a question
Like a moth to a bulb.

Sharp cuts in:
The honeysuckle are asking, is there
Any other world for a redolence
So adolescently received
It’s unable to be smelt
Among all the hullabaloo Dewey eschewed?

Ann means:
Reconsider your noisy thoughts.

The inquiries the child cherishes are
Stored like solace in the dollhouse;
Now placed in a middle school attic.
The heat may melt what it took years
To place in the right rooms:
We withhold our vanity in the parlor;
Our seasonal wardrobe of belief, in the armoire;
Conflict tableaus in the vestibule.

Ann adjoins:
And the atrium houses a criterion
So imperial your query will
Need to hang its hat there on
The rack and stay a while.
Have a cup of Earl Grey with me
As we g.....a....s….p
At the awesome forever of its flavor,
Relish our march to the question mark,
Savor the dollhouse parlor
Where answers are as temporary as ice.


© Copyright 2010 by Christopher Parker