Little Girl Looking Through a Peephole
She grabs the chair
with the caned seat,
scoots it to the door,
climbs up, presses
her face against wood,
stares into the hallway
outside this room
at New Harmony Inn.
The room is small.
But the world beyond,
one with cats and cars,
milkshakes and money.
One she only glimpses
through that small hole.
Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Indiana Voice Journal, Street Light Press,Eunoia Review, Unbroken Journal,(b)OINK zine, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Peacock Journal, Unbroken Journal, (b)OINK zine, Rat’s Ass Review,and others. Two of her poems were published in the University of Southern Indiana’s 50th anniversary anthology,Time Present, Time Past. She has also co-written two novels with Maryanne Burkhard under the name B. W. Wrighthard, Ghost Orchid and A Needle and a Haystack.
8 replies on “Robin Wright – 1 poem”
Love this!
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Thanhs, Regan!
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I really like this Robin!
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Thanks, Scott!
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Nice poem! I can guess where your inspiration came from.
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Nice job, Robin!
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I can see this little girl in my mind, lovely poem!
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Neato! Glad you’re still writing.
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