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6. Bromley
by Aaron BlairAfter the dust settled,
we landed in a one-bedroom trailer,
ready to take lessons
in how to be ashamed of ourselves.
It was a long year.
It was always raining,
but the water never washed us clean. 11/04/2011 Author's Note: So, I was inspired by a friend of mine, who's been posting these poems lately with state abbreviations as the titles, and I thought, I could write poems about the different places where I've lived. The thing is, of course, that if you follow my poetry, or you know me, some of this stuff is going to be familiar to you, and I'm not trying to repeat myself, just trying to get a solid picture of what each place means to me in my mind. When I was nine, we moved from a three-bedroom house in the suburbs of St. Louis to a one bedroom trailer in a trailer park in Bromley, Kentucky. We only lived there for a little less than a year, but it was not a good year.
Posted on 11/04/2011
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/05/11 at 01:14 AM Reminds me of Lady MacBeth who never could wash the sin off her hands. Good write lady. Short/compact but I would never have thought you were only 9 at the time. Were you already rid of your teddy bears? |
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