Thursday, July 24, 2008


The iron bars on your cousin’s window changed
to ornamental trellises wrapped
in climbing roses,

the soot stains and cracking at the back door
covered up by a mural in Mediterranean
folk-art colors,

the nameless corpse concealed under the slate patio
where spicy aromatic shrubs thrive in
giant stone urns.

Macabre, but it hides the family’s defects from the public,
keeping up appearances to protect the youngsters
is so important.

--for Poefusion

Collection available! Knocking from Inside


Mollie Bryant said...
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Michelle Johnson said...

Appearances can be deceiving most times, can't they? And, people are getting so good at hiding those discrepancies these days. Nice job. Have a nice day.

jadey said...

So many secrets hiding behind those pretty facades great post.

Lenore said...

Lovely AND unsettling poem. That's hard to do, very nice.

tumblewords said...

Hmmm. I rather suspected the youngsters of the 'doing'! Grin.

Nice work, for sure!

Stan Ski said...

Skeletons in every cupboard - perhaps literally here.

one more believer said...

that was so delightful for so deadly a subject...