Shelter

Experimental Prose

Fuzzy are the memories of how I came to this spot,
or the shovel to be in my hands.
The first turn of the soil with the shiny metallic head and then another..
Slowly to start, gradually picking up the pace as it went.
Hours, days, months a growing obsession that raged on
until the depth was to my satisfaction.
Overwhelming was the smell of damp earth,
worms tangled in long hair and beetles wriggling between toes
as the sturdy walls were being built.
Each brick carefully laid and mortared securely
in copious amounts of tears.
Bed, lamp, table, chair, rug,
a hoarders stockpile of can goods and necessities.
What more could ever be needed?
At last farewell to the sun as the door closes
with the sound of the keyless lock clicking into place.
My haven
My sanctuary
My prison

You will never ever get to me in here.

Reviews

[The Verse: A Poetry Jou..]

Are you describing a home, or the need for a perfect home to become our shelter? My interpretation is of a housewife, whose only audience are the worms and beetles that keep her company even in death, but a need to try your best to stock up even on canned goods and even a whole in the ground you fill with warmth. maybe not.

[Rogue]

These are definitely some unique thoughts. I enjoyed reading them. Thank you. :)

[The Verse: A Poetry Journal]

My pleasure.

[shivohumsohum]

u r are rabbit i presume

[Rogue]

Alice!!! So nice of you to drop by for tea!
-grin-

[shivohumsohum]

oh...so i am the dormouse eh?

[Rogue]

Try and remember.. That one pill that mother gives you doesn't do anything at all. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Oh, dormouse be ware for Rogue will clothe you with a blouse for the winter or give you fire that you can't douse...:)

[shivohumsohum]

here comes the hatter

[Rogue]

I wrote the man a poem, Sami.. Now you want me to give him the shirt off my back too? :D

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...
Hatter indeed so friend let us have a chatter and eat some healthy foods before you and me become fatter...lol

[shivohumsohum]

rogue hold your pigling securely lest it squeels...sami dont even dream of food right now..its blasphemy

[Sami Khalil]

True for it has to have the split hooves and chew the cud if you have studied correctly and that is between you and me...

[Rogue]

-grin-
I quit wrangling pigs a website ago. I am sure the owner understood why. :P

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...:)

[shivohumsohum]

but piglings wont eat cud..they like to wallow in cyber-mud...and they havent split hooves..they wear adidas shoes....hyuck hycuk hycuk

[Rogue]

-knows all too well about their cyber mud-
Sometimes.. I admit, I was forced to make bacon. :)

[shivohumsohum]

but sami only eats chicken

[Sami Khalil]

Beef and chicken and all other kinds allowed in leviticus chapter 11...lol

[Rogue]

Aww, guys... You know I don't have time to play today. So much going on. A big day! -grin- and all these reviews from others... I must come back tonight and respond and return the favor. Here, both of you have a celebratory kiss and stay out of isle five! Love ya! -waves-

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...Bye green monster of the Himalayas...lol

[shivohumsohum]

im blue not green r u colorblind boy george?

[Sami Khalil]

Too much drinking can make you color blind wandering in a desert or a steep gorge
but Boy George is at least talented and looking for fame to forge...:)

[Rogue]

I think the two of you should get married. With your man crushes and all. :P

[shivohumsohum]

u heart the lady sami...she suggests u and boy george ...the two of u shud git married pronto

[Rogue]

Hahahahahaha You wily idol!

[Sami Khalil]

No way...lol
I'm straight and want fall but in the muse's love bait...Hahaha

[shivohumsohum]

u heard him muse-rogue
he says he rejected your proposal outright

[Rogue]

Oh this is getting good.
-munches popcorn-
And then what happened?

[shivohumsohum]

then they both lived happily everafter
each one on thier own terms and own lands

[Rogue]

-grin-

I like that ending. Works for me.

[xxlheart]

like jagger sang "gimme shelter or i'm gonna fade away". shelter sometimes can feel like a death. this is an amazing piece has depth to it and great structure.

[Rogue]

Thank you very much. I appreciate you reading. :)

[SteveB]

A very thoughtful piece. As I was reading it the thought that came to mind was the years of life gradually digging the grave. Each experience or year another shovel load leading to the tomb. But then I began to wonder if it was a fallout shelter for the soul. Either way a thoughtful and thought provoking piece.
Very well done.

[Rogue]

"Fallout shelter for the soul". I like that quite a bit.
Thank you, Steve. :)