Have you ever heard a house sigh?
like hissing dried pine cones in a woodstove
the snap n' crackle of old skeletal bones rocking
in staycation mode
do you smell wintergreen dislocated joints
the smoulder of orange coals with gray chalk
cracked fine china thoughts rise high as lost prayers
in swirling apple wood smoke
their voices hover in the sizzle-snap
of old knotted pine legs surrendering to the knock
of tree pirates
tap, tap, tap
their red n' black faces searching
for scoundrel Peg-leg Pete
or is it a Hob Nob goblin tickling ivory keys
humming a salty ballad
No, it is I hammering an Underwood
clickety-clack as the carriage snaps back
my gray rose blooms, once more.
My attempt at Kerry's prompt to write a Dylan Thomas poem. I need to practice a bit more-but I had fun trying to attempt this challenge!
Thank you, Margaret and Kerry!!
This poem is a lame attempt at the challenge Play it Again Toads #10, over in the