Safe haven
I am a house without a home,a chariot grounded, no wheels to spin,
the ground you trod upon,
churned but never grew,
the walls with fingerprints
that grew each year
up a stairwell and along
a narrow corridor
to a childs room
where sail boats clashed
with posters of
some forgotten craze,
a bed where undiscovered
treasures lurk and toys
shriek, shirking duties
bringing beauty
into old wizened walls
that have seen a myriad
of shimmering dreams.
I am a home without a house
a hidden cave that
only the intrepid ever find,
I am a woman, rootless
yet with my feet, firmly planted
growing like the apple tree
we planted, uprooted, replanted
found in shade and in light,
out of sight, out of mind.
The hedge that grew too tall,
cut too small,
bent to will, straightened,
her creaking branches
reaching, always seeking
for some mischievous face
peeking through foliage
I am the myth and the mirage
wealth and poverty
I walk the stairs
and brush away the cares
You are the children
the wise old sage
you are the fingerprints
of all I love and all I have
I am house
bereft and alone
a ship on fire
and a lighthouse
that brings you safely home.
I am the love and the light
hidden like the torches
as we ran, nightclothes bunched
our skin unblemished
streaking, avoiding the step
that always creaked,
unforgetting of our fingers
caked in forbidden dessert,
trailing sand marks
in a house that became a home,
as paint chipped
and a bird pipped its tune
in the memories, of you and I
in the mystery of us.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2010-10-31 at 11:35
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