Carolyn D. Wright

(Mountain Home, Arkansas)

Tours - Poem by Carolyn D. Wright

A girl on the stairs listens to her father
Beat up her mother.
Doors bang.
She comes down in her nightgown.

The piano stands there in the dark
Like a boy with an orchid.

She plays what she can
Then she turns the lamp on.

Her mother's music is spread out
On the floor like brochures.

She hears her father
Running through the leaves.

The last black key
She presses stays down, makes no sound
Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been.


Comments about Tours by Carolyn D. Wright

  • Gold Star - 6,941 Points Francis Lynch (6/29/2015 9:39:00 PM)

    Very fine write. The girl is almost immune now, the escapism is palpable. (Report) Reply

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  • Bronze Star - 2,738 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (6/29/2015 4:39:00 AM)

    The last line, Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been is a bit puzzling. Does it refer to the young girl's tooth or the mother's tooth broken during her beating? (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,738 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (6/29/2015 4:37:00 AM)

    The last line Someone putting their tongue where their tooth had been. is a bit puzzling. Does it refer to the young girl's tooth or the mother's broken tooth because of the beating? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 164 Points Joseph Poewhit (6/29/2015 4:20:00 AM)

    almost like a dream of life (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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