Tabernacle from Paper Kisses by Wolverton

Tabernacle

old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
her small stillness waiting wrinkled and spare
and I am painting my old kitchen white

stretching and swaying to gain greater height
brushing and rolling layer upon layer
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light

a shroud of sheets like archangels in flight
hovers near while her eyes still burn and stare
and I am painting my old kitchen white

rushing to hold back inevitable night
in this rising tabernacle of prayer
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light

her children surround her with love and fright
memorizing her lined face in despair
and I am painting my old kitchen white

a pale sun illumines this hallowed rite
casting pearls on her shimmer of hair
old Lottie lies in an aureole of light
and I am painting my old kitchen white

• Folk
• garage
• psychedelic
• Magdalena