Saturday, 22 July 2017
The house by the river
Laurel was her name
Lived in the tumbledown house
Down by the river
Don't know why I smiled
That day in the marketplace
Her deep dark eyes spoke
Of a loneliness
A pause before she smiled back
And that was the start
We talked for a while
Then argued about a date
But was invited home
Her son lived with her
Saw his father at weekends
That's when she saw me
She was generous
But as poor as church mouse
I made her happy
And then she told me
They fought over custody
As I kissed her neck
Away interstate
I didn't see her for weeks
Then found she had gone
Her house deserted
The walls creaked but made no sense
But had a sad look
I sat out the back
The river told me nothing
But it never does
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Sad and beautiful - I found myself humming a tune as I read. I love tumbledown houses - they are metaphorical in any number of ways - especially by rivers, lakes and seas.
ReplyDeleteI love the way the relationship started with m=smiles in the marketplace. My favourite lines:
'Her house deserted
The walls creaked but made no sense
...
The river told me nothing
But it never does'.
Her house deserted
ReplyDeleteThe walls creaked but made no sense
So much emotion has been attached to the building. Great work!
I, too, love the poignancy of this and the walls making no sense.
ReplyDeleteI love the river telling you nothing...suddenly gone. I knew someone like that once. It broke my heart for awhile. But the river by the house where he lived was silent.
ReplyDeleteAnd now you dream of what might or could have been. I've a couple like that as well. Ladies are hard to find after a name change or two. One invited me to join Mensa with her. I wish now I had joined, but of course not the 'with her' part.
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Clever the way you remained in your (romance/relationship)niche with this on
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much love...
The house is the woman. I really liked this
ReplyDeleteI feel this...We become an empty house at times. Life moves out and we struggle with letting it move back in. Beautiful writing..
ReplyDeleteOh the universal wishes--though some think this is what they have! I am in a public place and couldn't stop myself from calling out and weeping for this narrator. I would forget over an over again and relive it over and over. What a powerhouse of a poem. WOW!
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