Thursday, December 29, 2011

The House on Hanover Hill



Inside the puddle's stain
where the setting sun rises, 
a boy climbs the branches of the tree, 
and a bird can be heard 
as it skips from limb to limb
at a shallow edge

inside the puddle's stain
where the winds are zephyrs, 
a mother takes laundry from the line 
thinks forgotten thoughts
of the parcel on the postman's wagon
where the water is deep

inside the puddle's stain
where a light behind the window glows
the woman sits still illumined
beside her folded linens
as the boy leaps and lands
in the middle of the dark stain

Inside the puddles splash

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Ginnie said...

This image can tell a hundred stories, Ted, for sure.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's here.

Ted Roth said...

Especially after one has been inside. What a mess! Alas, also structurally unsafe. I mostly just peeked.

Trotter said...

So you went inside...

Ted Roth said...

I went inside the house, not the puddle. Some rooms are very unsafe with gaping holes in the floor. The barns in back are burned.