Three Poems by Peg Robarchek Shadows by Ida Saudkova, models the Saudek brothers Rental Property I want to paint that wall purple, watch how the sun changes it throughout the day here in this ragged light. Learn whether it leaves the room melancholy in late afternoon, wakes it to tenderness in a pink dawn. See if the dark color hides cracks that do not even belong to me. Eavesdropping on 10-B Their voices leak through the plaster, too soft to decipher, sibilants melting into vowels, muffled strands of an old song, the cadence of a rising moan. Sometimes the old crow beats its wings into emeralds, hammers its beak into a flute, ceases to caw, trills, and we believe our throats are rubies. About the Author: Peg Robarchek is a novelist, journalist, podcaster and poet living in Charlotte, North Carolina. Her poetry has been published in various journals, including Naugatuck River Review, Rust + Moth, Prime Number and Iodine. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices