I met you on the first floor landing
but I didn't take you to the
basement down below
we had a coffee
a general chitchat
while holding hands
our minds swapped stories
some similar some not
And the kitchen looked out
onto the garden full of trees
but I didn't take you to the
basement down below
where the damp mold grows
in a mottled pattern upon the walls
I met you on the first floor landing
and when you had gone
I ventured to the basement down below.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | August 4, 2011 - 18:07
A very atmospherice poem, Louise. I used to live in a really old house once with a cellar, and your poem brought back that musty kind of a smell, that grew stronger the further down the steps one trod.
Tina
Louise178 | August 4, 2011 - 18:48
It's about relationships really :) sort of an analogy, ie how much you are prepared to show of yourself
Highhat | August 5, 2011 - 03:24
Don't like the mouldy basement Jackie- I see the symbolism though- but that is not what should be in the depths when exploring another person's character, don't you think? Is that what it was about?
;)Pia