This week's prompt was If these walls could talk:
This house speaks.
Floorboards groan,
walls crack like
lightening bolts.Windows insist
Wash me! Snow-
melt drips, drips,
from the eves.Paintings proclaim
blue, green, gold;
they announce
Alaska, New Mexico,Pennsylvania. Listen,
you can hear wings:
parakeets, iron angels,
carved wood goddessesfrom Thailand and Bali.
Icarus. New Guineau.
This glass whispers
Czechoslovakia.A flowered bowl blooms
China. Beads cry Africa!
That sheepskin says: home,
here, mountain, Montana.
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Really nice :)
Strangely enough though, my glass
whispers: Czechoslovakia!!
Posted by: Dina Jose | 30 November 2006 at 12:55 PM
I've always wanted a talkative house just like that!
Posted by: ren.kat | 30 November 2006 at 01:21 PM
Babel. Nice control of the images. It is true that beads would have to be African. We do do them a bit more than everyone else, I seem to think.
Posted by: Rethabile | 30 November 2006 at 05:51 PM
I really like all the geography.
Posted by: Emily | 30 November 2006 at 06:00 PM
the imagery is dancing in my head as my ears hear it come to life.
love this take on the prompt...letting the house speak.
Posted by: liz elayne | 30 November 2006 at 07:43 PM
walls crack like lightening bolts.
I loved this line. That is a great image.
Posted by: Bice | 02 December 2006 at 12:01 AM
This sounds like our house! Love the ending of your poem.
Posted by: Crafty Green Poet | 08 December 2006 at 01:40 AM