**Hello everyone!!! Turns out, there is a treasure trove of discarded story ideas in my e-mail account, just waiting to be rediscovered— you guessed it, here’s another one! No way could I cook up stories that fast! Anyway, I also want to apologize for how many posts I’m cranking out so quickly, but my hopes are that maybe, if I have enough items of interest on my blog, I’ll get more visits! Wishful thinking there 😉 but I genuinely hope you enjoy this short poem. As always, if you have any questions, just post a comment, and I’ll reply A.S.A.P.! -Kimberly**
Moving van,
Parked before the ancient mansion.
Cardboard boxes scuffle;
The first sound this neighborhood
Has heard in a long time.
Give it time.
I spent plenty of summers here
With your grandmother
When I was a girl.
Feet stomp away.
She would have wanted you
To come here.
Along the house,
Peeling side-work bleached pale by the sun.
Quiet.
Dead rose bushes,
Creaky front porch with
Hanging couches.
Screen door slams.
Chips of green paint fall
And disappear through the patio’s wooden slats.
Inside,
Faded oil paintings on gray walls,
Maroon velvet carpeting,
Bleakness drifting like thick fog.
Dusty crystal chandelier,
Shards of jewels littering the floor.
Curving walls,
A spiral staircase
Hollow under your feet.
Quiet.
First room on the right
Cockroaches skitter behind
Ugly leather chairs.
Quiet.
On the left
Small bedroom with
Closet locked tight
No key.
Connected bathroom,
Swarming beetles under the sink
Rusty cabinet doors.
Sitting room
Ivory coffee table,
Stained glass window,
House flies stranded in torn fragments of cobwebs.
Attic . . .
Quiet.
Odd doors with no knobs,
Thick curtains drawn around windows.
Wooden shipping crates
Stacked in the corner
Unopened.
Metal wrench
Lifting bent iron nails.
Unfinished wood
Digging into hands.
Keep working.
Below layers of crushed velvet,
Mahogany box.
Nestled in satin,
A thin chain,
And golden heart-shaped
Locket.
Inside,
A little girl and
Grandmother
Hands clasped
Laughing.
Back downstairs
Feet thumping on steps
Full echo.
Front door bangs open.
Rocking on porch swing,
Fingering the locket
Dangling from your neck.
This is really good ❤️! I love how you put dialogue into the poem, and the theme changed gradually to a slight eeriness (if that’s the right word for it).
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I love this idea of putting story dialogue into poems, it’s brilliant!
~Emily
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Thank you Emily! It was new for me but I thought the idea sounded interesting… great to know it worked out!
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Love the format of this! Everything about it is beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Irfan! It was definitely new and interesting for me to try 😉
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And thank you Sarah, sorry for the delayed reply!! ❤
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Love this 😊 I love your wordings
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Thank you, Thoughts in Life! ❤
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This is a really great poem. You use so many adjectives (just enough, not too many), making it seem very surreal as if I were there.
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Thank you Newt Scamander!! I will also check out your blog because it has been recommended to me by friends 🙂
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Hello! I have tagged you for the Would You Rather book tag; a tag I created myself! Thank you https://btweenthepages.com/2017/05/25/the-would-you-rather-book-tag-my-own-creation/
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