The prompt this week is Places.
this room
this cozy domestic room
modeled on the victorian
modeled on the englishwith its comfort and its ornament
its signs and sighs of lives &
loves in other lands
the green and yellow paintingsthe landscapes the portraits
the blue and white china
the red country toile
bone and silver and ivoryunder glass with tattered books
books open on their bellies
backs broken and worn in
worn outthe garden with its curves
with its rocky beds
sleeping now waiting
for winter with its cold windthis room its french loveseat
its fringed cushions its cats
its lap dogs the round fish bowl
awaiting a new fish a blackgoldfish perhaps a moore
appropriately victorian
appropriately modest &
flamboyant at once this roomwith its bentwood boxes
memorabilia of another
people the people smothered
slowly murdered by blanketsand all this domesticity this
room with its old woman
its modern conveniences
its four white walls
i like the concept of writing about "places" and i can picture and feel this venue in this poem.
most poems about spaces are of the victorian, traditional, lacy, artifact filled variety. no mention of smell or sounds, simply pure and accurate visual cues here. when in spaces like this i do pick up things other than visual, but i don't know why.
i love visual spaces that are minimal. take away this, take away that and then notice what is left. is there any humanity left when you take away this, take away that?
Posted by: PetMono | 14 November 2007 at 09:56 PM
Wonderful layering of details and then the murder by "all this domesticity this/
room with its old woman". Powerful view of a vistorian room turned modern.
Posted by: ...deb | 14 November 2007 at 10:55 PM
it sounds just like my spartan room,, when seen thru my own minds eye..... very lovely
Posted by: paisley | 14 November 2007 at 11:29 PM
Enjoyed the read. Nice imagery.
Posted by: Rethabile | 15 November 2007 at 03:17 AM
books on their bellies, sighs and signs of other lives - such delicious detail!
Posted by: pauline | 15 November 2007 at 04:03 AM
I like the way the poem itself mimics the closeness of the room it describes, and the ending is deliciously chilling.
Posted by: Rachel | 15 November 2007 at 07:09 AM
like an intimate conversation with a friend.
Posted by: wendy | 15 November 2007 at 08:58 AM
Great place! Haunting thoughts.
Posted by: Tumblewords | 15 November 2007 at 10:44 AM
Love all the specific details! ~Linda
Posted by: Linda Jacobs | 15 November 2007 at 06:54 PM