The Sweeping Beauty

The brick house 

What a sight to see 

So eloquent and peaceful

Strong and standing tall 

A beauty on the outside  

Rotting on the inside 

Dirt to the ceiling 

And the Sweeping Beauty 

 

Sweeps the dirt 

Right under the rug 

No one would see 

Under the rug 

Sweeping Beauty 

Locks the snakes 

In the room with no windows 

Sweeps the broken glass 

In an isolated corner 

Fills the empty fruit basket 

With plastic apples and oranges 

And when the beautiful brick house 

Starts to rot again 

She repeats the cycle 

The Sweeping beauty 

Have you been to her house

Are you there now

I am 

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Wow! I love the play on words. Your words, like archetypes, conjure powerful images and feelings . The fairy tale Aurora - and all the cast of characters there! - to the snakes in the windowless room - hidden but slithering...I can almost hear them. The word "rot" so intense and in contrast to the lovely brick house (my mind made a connection here to the Three Little Pig's brother's "house of bricks"). The image of the plastic fruit replacing the rotting fruit for show...to make all appear as it should be works so well.
Your last stanza feels as if you are coming out of the page...as if the poem has been going on and describing the home, attempt at cover-up, the futility and cycle of it, and then, as if your head turns and you lock eyes - this is so good.

[EMMIE]

Really appreciate the feedback and your interpretation is exactly my interpretation of it! Like you are covering up something painful on the inside with a pretty smile on the outside. Thank you!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This was great! I enjoyed it and your style. :)