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Poetry Thursday

Poetry Thursday  This week’s prompt was If these walls could talk:

   

Blue in the hutch

   

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.

 

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7 responses to “Poetry Thursday”

  1. Dina Jose Avatar
    Dina Jose

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

    Reply
  2. ren.kat Avatar
    ren.kat

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

    Reply
  3. Rethabile Avatar
    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.

    Reply
  4. Emily Avatar
    Emily

    I really like all the geography.

    Reply
  5. liz elayne Avatar
    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.

    Reply
  6. Bice Avatar
    Bice

    walls crack like lightening bolts.
    I loved this line. That is a great image.

    Reply
  7. Crafty Green Poet Avatar
    Crafty Green Poet

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

    Reply

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