Poem by Stacy Esch


 

After the Fall

before the fall
there was just a glass table
doing what glass tables do
dividing air from ground
providing a platform
collecting reflections
managing the corporeal

but after the fall
when the table is banished to a shed,
or recycled into an alternate shape,
or carried away by a garbage truck,
or drowned in a river,
or burned in a fire,
or frozen in a lake,
or crushed by the strong hand
of its owner

there will just be air and ground
but no table
to light them

 

Stacy Esch lives and works in West Chester, Pennsylvania, teaching English at West Chester University. Digital art and photography are the twin passions that compete alongside her interest in writing, reading, songwriting, and gardening. She has previously published works in Ibbetson Street, Turkshead Review and wordriver literary review. She has produced cover art for chapbooks by Kenneth Pobo (Save My Place and Placemats) and her artwork is featured at Spruce Alley Press, where she published a colorful 2014 Calendar as well as distinctive illustrations for the chapbook, When The Light Turns Green. She also accommodates custom orders for her digital art at Etsy.

 

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