artwork: ralph murre
Girl
by
Stella Pierides
She
rarely smiles. A thick, white veil
frames
her face, stops her innocence
from
straying too far;
remembering
the world outside.
Here
she lives, here she is
and
here she stays: four walls,
bench,
Bible, rosary, Cross,
pair
of clogs, glass, pebble,
compass,
chair, table.
She
would be lost, but
for
her little pleasure:
a
bowl of coconut ice
refectory
Sister leaves
on
her windowsill.
~
previously published in Off the Coast
