Still Life with Movement by Preti Taneja
And pass the sign the wardrobe still has not been emptied
The perfume bottle still on the dresser
Between her hairbrush
And her ceramic boat still
there – a plaster cast of paper versions she made and unmade
Her magnetic poetry still on the fridge,
One letter always slips, the not ing
she spelled leave to remind me
To go out –
and pass the sign every day, pass
young men with tattoos in the store window, still with old beards
witty as the life they want to be one day
Jump the crack in the pavement which
speaks of her superstition,
Her faith; what about that?
Questioning things – don’t answer – go inside
What we’re browsing for among the florals
and stripes,
The forgotten rings of once hopeful brides
still gold – is the promise of what might be and
the chance to forget what is not
now
Pass on by the sign, must
Pack up the wardrobe, one day.
Preti Taneja is the co-founder and editor of Visual Verse. Her debut novel, We That Are Young, is out now from Galley Beggar Press. @PretiTaneja
Illustration by Dan Williams
For our Storytelling issue, we conducted something of an experiment. We asked our online readers to suggest potential cover images by choosing from the site of our partner, Stocksy. The brief? Find a picture that could inspire a story. We then asked our Twitter followers and the writers of Visual Verse to respond. Featured above is Preti Taneja’s poem.