father reads us
quiet bedtime stories
mrs carr cleans
our hushed house
as it shrinks
and dries around us
a little more
every day
father reads us
quiet bedtime stories
mrs carr cleans
our hushed house
as it shrinks
and dries around us
a little more
every day
This is beautiful. Concise and packed!
thanks, Pris!
oooh, Nic – pensive! Can almost hear the house crackling, like a husk – great juxtaposition against the youth of the speaker.
All best to you ~ A
I especially like the couplets and elegant simplicity.
Good to see you are still at it!
Angie! Where’ve you been? Good to hear from you!
You packed a lot into a few words. I like.
Thanks, Helen!
Nic, I’ve been learning photography and not writing a bit!
I love the sparseness and sadness just under the surface.
Thanks — glad it worked for you and thanks for stopping by. Nic