Today I'm posting a little poem I just wrote for JD
Mader's 2-minute writing challenge on Friday. It's on his blog, Unemployed
Imagination, every Friday if you fancy a go.
Check it out here - www.jdmader.com/2015/05/2-minutes-go.html.
Cheers.
Inside
It was the stillness
This quiet
This arch in the noise
Where it lived
Breathed
Bowed to the living
Crawling in its space
Within the cracks
In the walls
Creeping in between
Here it smelled
The people inside
Living outside the walls
Knowing them
Listening to their tales
The secrets
The things never told
It soaked it all up
Like a sponge
An indifferent thing
Yet it was anything but
It kept these things
Hidden inside
Memorised
Treasured
Hugged to the breast
Inhaled into the chest
“My family”
It called them
Where it waited
Patient and undeserving
Breathing inside
The walls
In the home
Of the innocent –
The ones it bewitched
When the time came
In the end.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
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