Inhospitable Times (Indoors or Out)
by Maureen Glaude
Through these Ontario nights
the house exterior
protests the deep chill.
and giant pop gun cracks
awaken the weary
readiers of Christmas
demanding an audience
for ghostly stories
of earlier owners of this post-
World War II shelter.
The aluminum front door will not always consent
to grant access,
contractions and expansions
leaving their toll
despite the welcome wreath
on the heavy inside door
re-painted just this Fall.
An exit from within
is even a test
of endurance and patience
in this relic's perpetual protest
Author's Note: temporary title.
Posted on 12/20/2004
Copyright © 2021 Maureen Glaude
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/21/04 at 02:55 AM|
Yup...we may not have broken any Ottawa records today, but it was dang cold out there. Got my Christmas shopping finished, then went back out into the great white north for groceries. Your poem nicely captures the spirit of this particular year's season, and then as if through a magnifying glass, focuses on it in a distinct personal manner. Well done. Maybe we'll get an early Spring thaw in return for all this December's misery? :o)
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/26/04 at 10:20 PM|
Your poem mirrors the winter creaks and groans
with sticky doors of our home, which got a smile and giggle out of me...Charlie