Fall 2007 / Spring 2008
Dragonfly Symphony
by Lynda Ricketson
Like a wheezing accordion
the voices begin
harsh staccato notes splatter like paint
the child shelters her ears
Rocking tightly a small worn bear
between clenched knees
whispering tiny tender secrets
The walls shudder with rage
the piercing crescendo of a door
Furious dragonflies knead the air
and drown out the sound
until there is only her ragged breathing