Pyrite
Wriggling between halcyon talons,
captured mid-flight, wealth claws at our necks.
Recall how the affluence striked –
circling above us to
scorn the grime on our skin,
extending its claws
to chafe away
the filth from
our fool’s
gold.
Porcelain Woman
when the woman in my music box
dances me to sleep on soundless nights,
my dreams stand stretched in arabesque.
long, slender stories, backbone gilded alabaster
lulled into being by a ballerina’s song
– balanced and balancing –
but when her simple symphony slows,
softens to match the soundlessness of my bedroom,
my dreams lose their footing
and stumble to one side.
and i, i feel sorry for
the woman in my music box
in such a stationary stance
with an unchanging soundtrack
and such little room to dance.
Talia Green is a sophomore Creative Writing Major at Emory University. This past year, Talia received the Artistine Mann Award in Playwriting for for her one-act play Boots. Most recently, her poems have appeared in the Alloy Literary Magazine, the Merrimack Review, and the Free Thought Gazette. All of Talia’s work is featured on her personal blog, InTaliasWords.com.