House

House

 

This old house has bones I don’t know of,

creaks in the floors I can’t recall,

and a few locks with missing keys.

 

Some of the doors rest upon rusty fragility,

swinging in abandon;

concealing and illuminating.

 

The empty chambers but catch sunlight from occupied rooms,

their frames seeking

and their curtains embracing the walls.

 

Operas fill the mahogany,

nail-marks wound the ivory keys--

a faint impression upon a fainting couch. 

 

Some leave behind books of theirs,

paintings from others and paintings unfinished--

there rests a broken easel or two.

 

Iris colors blend,

their dresses float through the halls at night,

while a perfume bottle mocks from its place upon the mantel.

 

The paint on these walls starts to wrinkle,

crack and shatter--

a splashing of perfume is in order.

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

Your poem reads like a short story and that is so fantastic. If feels like fantasy missed in with mystery.
"This old house has bones I don’t know of,
creaks in the floors I can’t recall,
and a few locks with missing keys."

That statement had double meaning for me it felt like an older person remembering a past with chunks of memories missing.

I like the vibrant colours that your have painted, the texture and the entire scenery you have placed in my mind. Beautiful piece!

[Reeti]

Mystery is ubiquitously present through out the verse grounded to practicality. It seems to have a preternatural quality to it... yet it is factual. i wonder if u have actually been into that old house to describe the aura so articulately. If not so, this is a very inventive write. The whole of the 'old house' has its own identity with its antique items being its only 'residents'.

[The Dudeman (Kenneth T)]

This poem is an excellent balance of real, surreal, and abstract. You have a very good sense of controlling one's imagination

[Jami Nicole]

This poem is beautiful and so well thought out. Well done. *adds to library*

[Lily Mae]

I think this has so many meanings but it makes me smile because I love old abandoned houses.. I get myself into trouble trespassing.. I like to wander through and think about who lived there...what they did ..or wonder what they were like.. but hey.. I'm odd lol...xo

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good description. The poem tell a real story of aging and remembering. Thank you for the thoughts provoking poetry. A outstanding poem.
Coyote