Visitor on Church Street by Carissa DeweyGrown into housecoats
and casual silence,
she holds gently a porcelain
pot with wilted hands.
Before the sun replaces the moon
she walks slowly
down her hall,
passing pictures in
black and white
and furniture of ripened taste.
It reminds her.
She can feel its weight.
Her eyes follow her hand
as it takes the door. It is a flower-
it has been tucked away and forgotten.
Outside, her eyes collect
grey feathered flowers
and as she soaks them,
they rise like tombstones.
She takes a step back.
On this brick block
under all of this green,
there is a powdery white
woman who has forgotten
the black and whiteness
of her hallways
and of her fallen leaves.
She stands hushed
with entangled dead flower
hands.
09/30/2007 Posted on 11/19/2007 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/19/07 at 03:41 PM A fascinating portrait of this woman with the wilted hands and her house of black and white.
I love the "furniture of ripened taste", and stanza 5 is gripping. One hopes the last stanza is giving her some color to hold onto. |
Posted by Richard Vince on 11/25/07 at 09:28 PM superb. such a well painted picture - i found my mind visualising it all without my even having to prompt it. beautifully written. please post more soon. |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/26/07 at 05:11 PM Carissa, welcome to pathetic. Your words and the images have a wraith-like feeling. I'm floating above them watching this woman. She appears sad, yet knows these actions are something she must do.
~Chelle~ |
Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/10/07 at 07:58 PM Outstanding! An excellent write... I look forward to reading more! |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 06/09/09 at 05:33 AM Yet again, great write! And I wonder would you prefer her to be etched in grey and black and white, and not red and green and blue. |
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/17/09 at 04:25 PM Congrats on POTD!!! |
Posted by Paganini Jones on 07/17/09 at 10:51 PM Superb POTD - an immediate favourite. |
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