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Comments Post Fall
by Kristina Woodhill
From the shoe shine sitting outside the Empire State Building:
It's like I told Sid, you can always tell a woman by her shoes.
From the elevator attendant:
She told me to take her to the top, all the way to Heaven.
From the pigeon sitting on the ledge of the observation deck:
I strongly advised wings.
From the office worker on the 85th floor:
Glancing out the window as I saw her fall by,
Would that I had caught more than just her eye
From the coroner:
How many times had she died before she fell?
From the car:
At least breaking her fall, I did not let her reach rock bottom.
Ekphrastic exercise at my poetry meet-up about The Most Beautiful Suicide photo – May 1, 1947 Life/Time published the photo taken just after Evelyn McHale fell from the Empire State Building. Much has been written about this.
04/25/2016 Posted on 04/25/2016
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/26/16 at 03:27 PM Brilliant post event angle(s) perspective, Kristina. Quite original. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/01/16 at 04:10 PM This is masterful to say the least and given I've been up that mentioned platform from which to launch life or its counterpart, this poem hits home. A fave. |
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