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
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Disguises
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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7 comments:
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.
So many secrets hiding behind those pretty facades great post.
Lovely AND unsettling poem. That's hard to do, very nice.
Hmmm. I rather suspected the youngsters of the 'doing'! Grin.
Nice work, for sure!
Skeletons in every cupboard - perhaps literally here.
that was so delightful for so deadly a subject...
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