Prompt: Color Personified
The House of My Childhood Wept
The house of my childhood wept —
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool converged on sofa and chairs
All blue — smokey skies adorned the floor
down the hallway and up the stairs
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool converged on sofa and chairs
All blue — smokey skies adorned the floor
down the hallway and up the stairs
Momma sat in her blue room
overcome by it —
loneliness bathed her in periwinkle
she inhaled and exhaled
breathing in the saltiness of Navy
One day Alice blue came to visit
and stayed —
she was subtle, barely noticeable
this house so blue
And she slithered down Momma’s body
settling between her toes
Momma was engulfed in blue
Alice whispered, just let go
With Momma’s last breath, Alice lingered upon her lips
And the house of my childhood wept
A Whispered Wind 
Momma sat in her blue room
overcome by it –
loneliness bathed her in periwinkle
she inhaled and exhaled
breathing in the saltiness of Navy
My favorite lines. Periwinkle=lonliness Navy=salty Wonderful
Hi Lori,
I enjoyed this. Imagery is often a technique that gets lost amongst all the other constructs of poetry. I admit to being culpable of this, poetry was never my major at University. Ha! Next time I will try harder.
Have a good weekend.
Regards Talia
Thank you, Talia.. imagery was missing from my poetry as well so I’ve been doing a lot of exercises on it lately. Thanks so much for reading my poem.
Smiles at you Iona, you did well this time.