Choir Robes

by The Bright Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

Our robes were ordered in one size: cathedral curtain. We climb the steps like weather, navy sleeves predicting rain. Somewhere underneath, Mrs. Bell has lost a shoe. Still, when the first chord opens, all that fabric learns to float and nobody asks how it got there.
46 words · 10 lines · Free Verse

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