Long ago
Who left you there
Did forever
Nobody takes notice
I’ve always, though
So ruined
So magnificent
Isolated, and all the rest…
Mountain
Walls covered in creepers
Path full of weeds
Your faithful companion
The tall palm tree
Falling ceiling
No door or windows
I can hardly manage to
Look inside
When the elves hide
From my sight
Somehow I feel
This is not a safe place
I could find a corpse
Or something worse
You call me
I always stare
And see you
Year after year
As decrepit you get
By the rain
The winds
The abandonment
Yet, there you stand
On your walls
My house of eternity
And all the rest…
Mountain
Look at you from this site
And again I realize
You will always remind
This woman, this child
Of her whole life.
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© Dulce
18 comments:
This sounds like a very old woman.
Is she?
Nope! The house IS old, and it's been there all her life and much before too- i guess... so, call her *wise, mature*... but not 'oldie'...;)
Perfect picture for this piece!
Strange how material things can bring us back to a certain memory or time in our lives...
super photo, houses like this have so many wonderful stories,
i am getting island fever!
Love you Dulce!
your writing is always strong, with vivid images ... and always a joy to read!
smiles,
There you go, with that sneaky and striking Dulce ending. ;-)
Um...don't you ever write a bad poem?!? I loved the line "My house of eternity..."
Did you know, dear Dulce, that the Victorians were fascinated with ruins and actually had "ruins" BUILT behind their homes? What an odd fad, but I can understand it, too, because there is just something so poignant about ruins.
I makes one wonder who built it? Who lived there last? Was it ever loved and treasured? What tragedy brought it to this? And all those questions give it new life in our imaginations -- and immortality in your words.
Fire B dear... Thank you for this...
A bad poem?
I guess so...(but only a few!!! hee.. hee..)
But BUILDINg ruins!!? what a thing!
Now i must thank the rest of you, Jessie, Larry, Nessa and Catherine.
Also add >> that's not the house in question, When I can go out (for now i'm a bit ill) I'll go & take a picture of the actual one... The One which inspired this poem-or something quite similar many years ago...
So... yes, maybe am that old after all.
:) ;) :)
Thank you Quilly too. Sorry- we must have been writing at the same time!
This is great...a story within a story. It leads me to think of you growing up and seeing that place and seeing it now and in between...and in your future. Wondering all kinds of things...
Very cool!
Yes Calli dearest
This is a story within another(so similar) story...
I have been meaning to ask you but keep forgetting at the last minute. Are you Spanish? Or are you just working there?
Made me think of an empty castle like building on the road to Marquette. It had been a brewery.
Great poem
(whispering) I wish to see the real homestead. I once had a horse barn of that ilk and wish I had a photo.
"As decrepit you get ..by... the abandonment" (WOW!) Your whole piece--much of your work-- is characterized by thoughtfully powerful words.
Be in a safe place.
Peace.
Shhhhhhh!
I especially loved your ending to this poem, Dulce.
Look at you from this site
And again I realize
You will always remind
This woman, this child
Of her whole life.
Great poem, as always, dear Dulce.
Love how you write.
Margie:)
we all have a 'mountain' in our lives, that which depicts... us...
Beautiful old ruins. Inhabited by elves, for sure!
The photo is captivating and the imagery in your poem is nicely woven. Thanks for your comments on my blog as well..I appreciate that. Hope you have a great evening-
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