Strange House

I lived for years in a strange house
where the sun only rose when it would
and sporadically.

The fields around this strange house
were stunted, though I crouched and sang
Billie Holiday for the yellow shoots.

In the night--which lasted days at a time--
I wrote letters and mailed them at the foot of an oak.
In the Fall, I could not tell them from the leaves and acorns.

Winter came; then Spring. Fall followed,
then Winter, and Winter again.
I had a million scarves. Hundreds of boots. A candle. Half a ring.

Why did I stay? It seems so foolish now.
I made biscuits and pies just to fill the strange house,
if only with aromas. The sun rose less frequently.

Finally, a letter came. 
"Please leave now," it read.
And I did.

Comments

hedgewitch said…
Letters from the heart should always be read and taken seriously. This is a moody, swaying sort of piece that seems very organic, filled with images drawn from the natural world, but uncompromising as well, and as human as the face looking out of the mirror. I have burned down a few of those houses. At least then you can keep warm.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
Love this!💖 Especially; "In the night--which lasted days at a time--I wrote letters and mailed them at the foot of an oak. In the Fall, I could not tell them from the leaves and acorns" .. Beautifully executed!💖
Cloudia said…
Your image choices are all freighted with meaning and allusions!
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh, i totally feel this poem. I have lived my share of winter houses. This is eloquent, wonderful and perfect. I love the letter that said "Please leave now." And that you did.

P.s. i used to bake a lot too. But once i lived with dogs i didnt need to any more, for dogs know how to love.
Sioux Roslawski said…
I started loving the 2nd stanza the most. Then the 2nd and 3rd. Then I re-read it and decided the 2nd, 3rd and 4th were my favorites. Then I settled on the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th as special favorites in this piece.

I give up.
wonderfully penned, from the heart and soul to Nature. Gracias
Sarah Russell said…
I love when the whole poem is a metaphor. This is so, so well done, Shay. I've lived in this strange house too.
Shadow said…
Sounds a bit like life today... we're all 'living the dream' but the pinched faces, chasing of our tails and trying to measure up to expectations set by society are anything but what we (should) dream...
Kerry O'Connor said…
I think we all sometimes need to retreat to just such a strange house, or at least, it seems kind of familiar to me, metaphorically speaking.
I've received letters like that too - or was it a restraining order? Either way, I loved this evocative write.
Black Panther said…
Hahaha. That was funny. "Please leave now"... "and I did" hahahaa. That is too funny. I like it. How do I subscribe to your blog? I looked and can't seem to find anything that shows me where.
Fireblossom said…
BP--on the side bar, look for "follow by email." >>>