Green and serene. The colour
of her grandchildrens eyes.
Harriet repainted the house
ten shades darker now.
Perhaps a little tainted by the
ten shades darker now.
Perhaps a little tainted by the
stubborn stain of the feud.
They come, always through
the tradesmens door, bearing
todays currency. Daffodils,
hyacinths and a selection
of hot pastries.
of hot pastries.
It's a fair trade.
Quite suddenly it's summer
inside the Greenhouse.
And life blooms again
full and fragrant
And life blooms again
full and fragrant
but all too fleeting.
Sipping sweet tea,
and drinking deep
and drinking deep
from her memory.
Rocking in reverie
Rocking in reverie
for a time,
and a time,
and a time,
7 comments:
I had to read this several times to make sense of it, but it was worth the effort. If only those feuds could be settled for good! It seems that every family has someone who wants to create a feud and hang onto it.
Inside the Greenhouse ~ quite a story in there.
Sipping sweet tea,
and drinking deep
from her memory...
love it, beautiful word choices and lovely lines.
The Greenhouse (Harriets' home) is a place for grandchildren to visit their grandmother. A safe haven from all the family squabbles.
When the grandchildren visit, it takes Harriet back to sweeter time before the feud. She sits in her rocking chair...remembering.
Thank you for the feedback. I don't normally write poetry like this. I have a preference for rhyme.
Ah, how sad that feuds are not forgotten until sometimes it's too late.
Nice write
Has a really good flow to it, liked your style.
The stubborn stain of the feud. Brilliant. (Not that feuds are brilliant, mind you, but your line is!)
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