Poetry Thursday

  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 goddesses

from 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.

 

Comments

[Dina Jose]

Really nice :)
Strangely enough though, my glass
whispers: Czechoslovakia!!

[ren.kat]

I've always wanted a talkative house just like that!

[Rethabile]

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.

[Emily]

I really like all the geography.

[liz elayne]

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.

[Bice]

walls crack like lightening bolts.

I loved this line. That is a great image.

[Crafty Green Poet]

This sounds like our house! Love the ending of your poem.