Three Poems—Melody Wang

Victorian House

Several unforgiving encounters later,
an insistent hand on the small of my back edges 
me toward the solemn house of my nightmares   

Curiously drawn forth, I peer into the gloom
of a yellowed parlor cradling the last
remnants of the story they tried to silence – you 

descended the grinning stairway, succumbed
to the flames and that was the end. And yet – 
the wood remembers, as it always has.

A Turn of Events

Yesterday’s forgotten lament
saunters in with the storm, a
grand entrance assuming greatness

Laissez les bons temps rouler!
echoes faintly from vaulted ceilings
as Ms. Kane’s lilting voice cradles

 the ensemble’s wistful notes 
encapsulating the hope of an era
that taunts us a century later

A memory of stolen kisses
darting through elegant parlors,
we are the quiet witnesses

to innocence relinquished
while all around, the spirits of
old Hollywood ingénues still hide

themselves within the glamour of it all
having forgotten that they, too,
had once come to this place to fall apart

unwilling to give up the ghost
they cling to the ethereal realm
glide past unfazed, faceless

cradling their delicate-stemmed
glasses of dubonnet as
the waltz prevails

Safe as Houses

the fallen decade encased in a lurid foretelling
air heavy with the spicy aroma of old cigars, dust

an aberrant path strewn with incantations
haunted souls have yet to fully utter; the unknown  

permeates the quickening bloodstream
disrupting illusory pockets of complacency

only the unlucky few stumble upon the secret door
leading to worlds commemorating the lost, portals

beckoning then shutting on a moment’s whim
while in the ears that tinny familiar record plays on

Melody Wang (she/her) currently resides in sunny Southern California with her dear husband. In her free time, she dabbles in piano composition and also enjoys hiking, baking, and playing with her dogs. She is a reader for Sledgehammer Lit and tweets @MelodyOfMusings

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