Madeline Shay : Writing

That Summer

That Summer

A Poem by Madeline Shay


That Summer That was the summer I tried to run away. That was the summer I couldn’t run. The summer I stopped running. That summe..
The Fourth Floor

The Fourth Floor

A Poem by Madeline Shay


The Fourth Floor It was the fourth floor hallway at the Stanley Hotel. I didn’t want to believe, but I did. There are spectral kids in that..
The Old Dresser

The Old Dresser

A Poem by Madeline Shay


The Old Dresser The book, the empty piggy bank, a heart carved out of stone, Knick-knacks, an innocent slingshot, a crumpled $5 bill, A crystal tri..
Painted House

Painted House

A Poem by Madeline Shay


Painted House My dream was to live in a house painted bright blue, with cloudy shutters and a sunny door. I painted my house and it reflected..
Maybe

Maybe

A Poem by Madeline Shay


Maybe Maybe the raindrops that I saw were tears. Maybe they fell from a great giant, fraught with grief. Maybe angels are falling from the sky, but..