Tales

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Nia-Angelica Grant

 

Life stands in the snow 

The sun is wet, chattering its teeth, 

wagging its tail and becoming dry. 

 

Two lovers collide, 

and rust over time

Their clocks come to a stand still. 

 

The tests fail with excellence

Their pencil is so proud,

and the prize awards him with nothing. 

 

The children run into the table 

They shatter into pieces, 

as the cat runs into the wall.

 

The mother arrives to work, 

while a deer struts the runway

The cars decide to go roller skating. 

 

Black ice has his coronation 

Images scream on a screen 

18th century statues battling thoughts. 

 

A lonely door stands watch,

as cars drive by with their friends

The abandoned fire hydrant sits in opposition. 

 

The bed falls asleep on the floor 

The faux fur starts a fire, 

but the moon saves me– gives me a blanket. 

 

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Nia-Angelica Grant is in the class of 2023 and is from Westampton, NJ.

This poem was written for a creative writing course taught by Professor Joanna Furhman, who selected the piece for inclusion in WHR.