Russian Tearoom
Aug 20th, 2009 | By Heather Ann Schmidt | Category: Poetry | 517 viewsI wandered down
State Street
hoping to get lost,
walking six blocks
until I found a department store
&
wandered inside,
found the stationer’s display–
its trays of
writing instruments, leather folios.
My hand ran along
the metal edge of the case
& I pointed
to the mother of pearl pen
in the center.
The saleslady removed it,
putting its smooth frame
in my left hand
& we went away
to explore abandoned marquis
& bookstores filled with James Wright,
Ginsberg.
Then early in the afternoon
after sketching the trees,
I saw a small Russian tearoom
& stopped in
to have tea from a samovar with black cherries
&
eavesdrop
as my pen whispered
to my notebook.
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About Heather Ann Schmidt: Heather Ann Schmidt is an adjunct professor at Oakland Community College. She edits tinfoildresses poetry journal and is the publisher for recycled karma press. Her poems can be found in various online and print journals. Her chapbook, Channeling Isadora Duncan, was recently released from Gold Wake Press. She also has a full collection of poems forthcoming from Village Green Press and a chapbook: The Bat's Lovesong: American Haiku, coming out in November from Crisis Chronicles Press. She received her MFA from National University and hopes to begin pursuing her PhD at Union Institute in 2010. You can find her at www.heatherannschmidt.synthasite.com |
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Great way to Birth a poem…in a Russian Tea Room!