In the hollow

Cherry

By seafret

Mon, 10 Aug 2015
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There are four walls somewhere to hold me.
Four walls, slate floor
Dappled light
Salt air.

Four walls to scaffold me
As I gently fall apart and rebuild,
Remade from spirals, songs, waves, and things grown from the garden.
(Secret, walled, sunny, ripe, just outside.)
Four walls, pictures made by me,
I'll hang herbs and old roses over the lintels
Bay and rowan around the porch.
On the rug by the stove,
A cat and shaggy dog.

What made me want these walls
Is the story of my years
And how they make me feel
Right now,
In the vastness of a different land.
(In the hollow of his hand.)

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Submitted by scratch on

This is tidy and full of feeling.  Should it actually be 'A.cat' at the end of the middle stanza, is that the cat's name?

 

Submitted by seafret on

Thanks, Scratch, and you are correct - badly typed - thank you, will change now!

Submitted by scratch on

It happens to everyone, seafret.  Good pome.

 

Submitted by Bee on

I thought this was lovely. 

Bee

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Much to enjoy here Seafret. A thoroughly deserved cherry reward for this. Lovely rhyming couplet at the end.

Adam

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Human emotion hanging on the walls. This is really evocative.

Submitted by seafret on

Thanks for the lovely cherries and for the comments. I really appreciate them all.

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

this is really lovely, wonderful poem. 'There are four walls somewhere to hold me.'/'Four walls to scaffold me/As I gently fall apart and rebuild', too many lovely phrases to pick out individually - be picking out the whole thing. agree with above re: final rhyme, works v well. great work!