Ioanna Carlsen Poems
- Doll's House The music comes on with the lights, the little ...
- Insomnia:A Sextet On Reading Cioran Leaf caught in a ...
- Forgiveness I can only imagine it. You ask me for it — I ...
- Breather Back in the time when you breathed I would say ...
- Infanta For a moment it flashed through me, I thought I ...
- Over And Over Tune You could grow into it, that sense of ...
Ioanna Carlsen is a Mexican tesuque cane & rush chair maker & poet.
Ioanna Carlsen‘s poems have appeared in Poetry, The Hudson Review, Nimrod, FIELD, Prairie Schooner, Confrontation, Mondo Greco, Quarterly West, Beloit Poetry Journal, AGNI and many other literary magazines. She has been a featured poet at Poetry Daily and Poetry. One of her poems was chosen to be part of Billy Collins’ Poetry 180. Her fiction, featured in Glimmer Train, has been included in an anthology entitled Mother Knows, published through Atria (a branch of Simon & Schuster). Five of her poems have also appeared in a new anthology of Greek-American Poetry, Pomegranate Seeds (Somerset Hall Press, 2008). more »
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The music comes on with the lights,
the little opera of emptiness begins, the little
dance of no one there —
just the rooms exhibited,
furniture in them like ideas,
a stage set waiting for action out of the blue.
even the fire in the hearth is neon, warms no one,
the drawers in the painted chests,
are filled with nothing,
the tables loaded with miniature, fake, repasts.
It’s night outside, about to snow, the dollhouse lights are on:
you’re in the dark,
watching the dollhouse like a thief,
pilfering its pockets for a clue to your own ...