Wiseblood Books

House of Gold

Robert Meade

Vanilla light ignites in the corner of her room
and she, awake now and poised at her bed’s edge,
studies the bold beacon that hails her
like one unnerved by the beauty of a child
born with one blue eye, one green.

Far to the east,
the frankincense trees lift their gnarled limbs
in gestures of stoic repose.
Slashed, they shed resinous tears
that harden like scars on jagged wounds.
The fires are already stoked
whose steam will coax perfume
from milky soft gum.

In her room, the girl gathers herself
for the onslaught of her affirmation.
The house begins to shrink around her
as she rises, crosses toward the white eddies
streaming in the darkness, and kneels.
Earth labors to bring forth gifts
and the room swells with the scent
of lemon and vanilla and bitter smoke.

But the girl has no grandiloquent gestures,
only the openness of her face
still rapt by the overshadowing beacon
and the stillness of hands resting on her midriff
while she awaits the golden change within.

A transplanted Bostonian now firmly rooted in New York, Robert Meade lives in Mohegan Lake in Westchester County with his wife and three children. He received the Wordweaving Award for Excellence for Daily Bread: Seven Days to a Healthier Soul. His short fiction has appeared online in Apollo’s Lyre, BartlebySnopes, and The New Flesh, as well as in print media such as Guideposts and its subsidiary, Angels on Earth. His poetry projects have appeared in EJ, MAGISine, and Sol Magazine. This is his first appearance in Dappled Things!

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