The Daughters of E.D.B.
Julia, aged four in the portraiture, holds peace-
fully in her hands a china doll with pink cheeks
Mary Louisa – Isa, like their late mother, stands
forward, hands mischievously bold, tucked behind
as eight year olds seem, brazen, alabaster, bright
red beneath her pinafore, bright white pouting out
above bony knees Florence leans against a vase
that stands above her head, the counterpart half
unseen behind the shy partition, an afterthought
though the pair more defined than the sisters, less
so than the authentic porcelain - Emotional space
leaves room, gaps that fourteen sees, but delicate
china holds under the weight - Jane stares straight
as though perceptive at twelve, but statuesque,
mirroring the mantel piece, rivaling the disjointed
light bright white between two blurred blue urns.
Gina Moriarty is an emerging writer working on her MFA from Chatham University in Pittsburgh. She writes about coincidence and how there isn’t such a thing. She has a spiritual connection with Hemingway and a knack for disappearing down research wormholes. Her poetry and creative non-fiction pieces have appeared in Brief Wilderness, The Classical Poets Society, The Inkwell, The CalTimes and The McKeesport Regional History and Heritage Center Quarterly.
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