The Glass Bottles

Tara M. Clapper
Into my grandparents' house,
Getting to the heart of my family
Within my grandmothers' organized
Drawers,
Shelves to the ceiling, photographic
Memories that could use a little dusting,
Even if just dusted.
Atop the shelves, the glass bottles,
Blue like a deep sea sky conversion of
Green
Into something it feels natural
to become.
As my eye follows blue glass,
It falls upon clear Waterford crystal,
And just below
The black and white picture
Of green Ireland.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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