There once was a small house
in a forest. It was brown.
Each day the curtains were pulled back
and the mother appeared in the window.
She held a spoon of clear broth
she held an arrow
she held an empty spoon
Soon the curtains were shut,
no light shown behind them.
But once a year when the mother
appeared at the window
its panes were washed and clear.
The mother smiled.
She held a spoon of rich stew.
The child ate knowing
would taste of dust.
Marci Ameluxen lives on an island in Washington State with her husband and two children. When not taming her garden or writing poetry she works as a pediatric occupational therapist.
The poems selected for Rose Red Review are excerpted from her chapbook “Lean House” from MoonPath Press, spring 2013. Marci’s poems have appeared in The Crab Creek Review, The Comstock Review, Waccamaw, Passager, The Compass Rose and Hospital Drive among others.