Hollow

Gold cherry

By Pat G

Fri, 17 Nov 2017
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11 comments
 

Then there are other rooms,

without voices and coddled babies

and the soft rind of nursing;

 

spaces for dust, and warping boards,

where you hear the chilling house groan.

There are drawers wedged in disuse,

browning receipts and forgotten letters.

Sweat and grease have blackened

the arms of a favourite chair.

 

Sweetness clings in the memory

of warm neck folds;

curdled and lost.

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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

The warm past and chill present work well to give a melancholic tone.  Some lovely tender touches of babyhood.

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you for the response Philip. Much appreciated, as usual.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I feel time passing in this poem. Well considered. Beautifully written.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you for reading and commenting. I think I've become obsessed with time passing.

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Submitted by Pat G on

The picture's perfect. I had a similar one I took, but it didn't crop quite right. Thank you, Thanks for the pick of the day too.

Submitted by PoppyS on

Lovely expressions of time past and present, has a richness to it.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you PoppyS. 

Submitted by gletherby on

I love this Pat G - very beautiful. Gayle 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you for the appreciative comment Gayle.

Submitted by fatboy74 on

Loved this poem. Enter the poem running with an adverb and we are there, no wasted words, which is perfect when it's so concise. Fantastic.