An Exercise in Imagery

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

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

© 2013 Lori Carlson

4 thoughts on “An Exercise in Imagery

  1. Frances D says:

    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

  2. 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

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