Space Between Solids

A Poem By Madeline // 9/24/2017

Space Between Solids

1. Burgeoning

It comes out of her like some
face from the woodwork
Curved and

These are figures in bas relief
undecided and non-dimensional
Rich and

She is among them, another
landmass of raised ridges
Bland but

2. Stymied

This is not a precipice
That she will ply with value
When the
tick of the summer storm
is choked into a
crackling crawl
the leaves rust colored, the
cold thumbing at her collar
She will find cause to
raise her chin and
look down the bridge
of a reddened nose
She will
form her lips around
lashing prose
but until then, her worth is
by a will
to stay

3. Transition

Art falls from the nails
On the gallery walls
It’s a small thing
their frames
embrace fissures like
Which emerges in
Infinite numbers of

4. Blight

The canon sounds at dawn
She wept
He thought she meant
The church-bells
so when the morning crept
with cold
he went
world muffled by a shell
of ice
that crunched underfoot.
He tipped his hat and
into the heart
to tilt his chin
and maybe listen.
But instead
of a soft tingle
his ears were hit
the air was split
by a thunderous rip
A gleeful
And he closed
his eyes and whispered
This is our religion.

5. Fruition

Four legs
of coffee claim
of his mug
Those dregs
drove him to drink
and then
when reached
Abruptly stopped

He tips the rim beneath
His nose
His eyes two almonds
And when he
her name
to the breeze
That’s when she knows.


These are all so beautiful!

These are all so beautiful! I especially liked the last one.

Madalyn Clare | Sun, 09/24/2017

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano


Transition is absolutely beautiful. The others are, too, but it is my especial favorite. Lovely.

Damaris Ann | Sun, 09/24/2017

God uses the milestones as stepping stones to bring us closer to Him. We may not see it in the moment, but we can always look back and see the memorials of His love in the crumbles of our stumbling blocks.

Transition actually made me

Transition actually made me hold my breath while I was reading it. <3

Bridget | Wed, 10/04/2017

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya


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