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Housewarming

Contributed by ShadowDaughter on Sunday, 21st October 2007 @ 07:00:58 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I was 3 years old and you came early.
In too much pink I said come
right in
this house is too big for just me. I’d rather do party tricks.
Would you like
a cookie, a poem?

You took off your coats in the foyer
to stay a while. I kept mine.
My mother’s pearls and your eyes
hung so heavy upon me.
If I take you off I will be so naked,
translucent skin and not a pigment to my name.
It hasn’t happened before.

I played dress up that day,
slipped into her heels and clattered down the stairs.
If I take them off my eyes
won’t reach the mirror.
In a room without mirrors I hardly exist.

We sat for dinner. Scared of matches,
I pushed candlesticks aside.
They clattered like me down the stairs,
like my small body
rattling bruised in this high-vaulted house.

I gave you my mouth on a platter to eat.

You’re the guest, I said
for years and on my best behavior
I am an all-hours grown-up. I am
absent a mouth.
My feet start to ache in these heels. My fault.
It is my welcome
you have overstayed.

Tremor in limbs thin as matchsticks
or the candles on that table.
My growth spurt was years in its coming and still
I fear, without heels
I may not be tall enough to burn.
I am tall enough, though, to find out.

New dinner party. Older now, I have exchanged
my mother’s shoes for Cinderella’s.
I have outgrown bedtimes and it may be midnight.

My fingers slip on these limbs or these candles.
Will you excuse me, I say, this is
no party trick. I am really burning.
Don’t worry.




Copyright © ShadowDaughter ... [ 2007-10-21 19:00:58]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 01:45:57 AM AEST
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I'm literally blown away. This is poetry. Pure and unaltered....words fall with so much meaning. You are such a special young woman, I hope you realize how much....how very talented you are. It is a pleasure to read you, my young sister. You have a wise old soul, me thinks. *smiles* Your ending stanza was incredibly raw, open and honest in it's feel. Bravo, Nora. Thank you for sharing.
Peace and hugs,
Laura


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 06:37:07 AM AEST
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Fascinating poem,with some great,poetic phrasing,but I can't quite grasp it.
Hey,I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
I'm off to read again.

Den


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 04:50:25 PM AEST
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You know - not as if I am surprised or anything at this, but - these images and word pictures are, in addition to being emotive and catching, so professional. Even if the muses aren't kind enough to be present for awhile sometimes, your craft is definitely not faltering in the meantime, but flourishing inside. This kind of writing proves it.

Well done.

Andrew


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by inlovewithaladd on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 06:11:25 PM AEST
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i'm in awe. i will be reading the rest of your things. thank you for posting.


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Monday, 22nd October 2007 @ 10:12:00 PM AEST
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Wow... I am so glad I stopped by to read this. A simply fantastic write with wonderful phrasing and imagery.
I have to agree with Laura, this was worthy of being called best poem of the day (or yesterday) I absolutely loved it!

Dom

(Who cannot believe she hasn't read more of your poetry and is now going to make up for lost time!)


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 23rd October 2007 @ 01:04:02 AM AEST
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"I may not be tall enough to burn.
I am tall enough, though, to find out."

Interesting analogy to growing up. Don't do it too fast, however.

N_F


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Tuesday, 23rd October 2007 @ 04:24:41 PM AEST
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You're breathless? Good grief, Nora... your readers [this reader, at least] are apt to just sit about with their mouths hanging open, making wierd little sounds, trying to form words................

I love everything about this. THIS makes the world seem... so wonderfully right. That there are poems like this, that there are people like you who write them... thrills me.

I'd try and say something intelligent about the work itself - but it took me more than a day to say this much... and frankly, I'm still rather stymied by what I found here.

*makes a few more wierd little noises and... slips out*


~Snemmy
(who sooo wants to hug you right now)


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Tuesday, 23rd October 2007 @ 05:00:26 PM AEST
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I cannot tell you why... but this line in particular, screamed at me... " In a room without mirrors I hardly exist"

I'd echo all other sentiments that have been left, Norries. For you, poetry is surely like bike riding or roller skating, you won't ever forget how to do it, and like a fine wine ... you only get better.

Nazzy ~
( checking his room for a mirror )


Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 2nd November 2007 @ 12:42:08 PM AEST
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"My mother’s pearls and your eyes
hung so heavy upon me."

love this...

Nice to see something new. As always, you are true to the human spirit.

mj



Re: Housewarming (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Tuesday, 8th April 2008 @ 08:37:08 AM AEST
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AllI can say is hold onto that pen, it writes with a real charm and creates magic words on a page.
I was really absorbed in what you gave us here.

Steve




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