Glass House

by mandaceehb

Inspired by Edith Wharton’s The Age of Innocence


You would press your tiny ears against the fragile walls

as a child

Just to listen to the world outside the glass house

Nobody told you that you didn’t have to;

not in a world where the sheets of transparency offered you 

a view nobody else could dream of taking away

In a world where speech was better lost to the clouds and earthly drizzle

To seep into the deep black earth, residing beside your forebears’ bones

Dampening charred ashes of lost fights

But you won’t be the one to liberalise this lost legacy


And your parents told you terrifying stories

As you marvelled at the beauty of the glass house