She looks away
from the steaming kettle
away from baked apples
the warm spice smells
of an old
New England house
the napping
old house cat
the old woman
herself now the
insider looking outside
into the chill.
No one stares back
into her fading eyes
no one no longer
to covet her
inner pinkness.
She is a reverse
peeping Tom
a solitary
welcoming party
and no one
no longer left
out there to
welcome
home.
Author notes
I used delibrate omission of punctuation, relying on line widths and breaks to keep the rhythm flowing.
Written March 6th, 2003
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Do Not Touch It!
*WOW*...Really beautiful..I could feel myself standing next to the Old lady myself..looking outside waiting for someone to welcome into the "England House" hehe..well Good Job! Keep up the good work! -
Boy
You drew me in that New England house there
Excellent penned
I have up 2 new ones
Won't you stop in and see me too?????
Blessings
Susan~~~~
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