"41 Mosaic" - Photo: JCN
sighs siren knocking still centered lost slip doors true screams beneath curse
Second prompt: Poets & Storytellers Prompt:
We invite you to find inspiration in the idea of letting go of something
that used to be wonderful, which no longer fits in your life.
Number Forty One.
After she died
The house was empty.
Yes, true, I was in it.
Yes, all our belongings
Still filled cupboards, shelves,
Beneath the beds—
But nonetheless it was empty.
Hollow.
After a few weeks
Neighbours stopped knocking,
The doors to some rooms
Were pointedly closed.
I never wanted to scream
But sighs were always near.
I felt lost, no longer centred.
The house was not cursed,
Not haunted. Just…nothing.
Eventually the siren call
Of far away places
Was irresistible.
I shut the front door,
Hugged the dogwood,
And slipped away.
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