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Richelle Buccilli – Cinderella Thinks About Motherhood

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By Mom Egg Review on October 14, 2021 Poetry

Richelle Buccilli

 

Cinderella Thinks About Motherhood

after Lana Hechtman Ayers

Praise the birds
who still come to sing here.
Praise
the sunlight making dust
appear biblical,
possible
spinning in its own
cloud of light
like a child
imagining freedom.
Even the walls
sense something grows here,
how they try to contain us
restless and wild,
the clamor of pots and pans,
the music of water
a whistle through silver
pipes and foundation.
No one sees us here
the way small hearts do,
finch, squirrel, and rodent.
No one knows us here
the way echoes of our own footfalls do.

 

 

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Richelle Buccilli holds a BA in Creative Writing and her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pittsburgh Quarterly, Rattle, SWWIM, NELLE, and Rogue Agent, among others. She lives in Pittsburgh with her husband and son.

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