Where I Live
Walls painted with burnt ashes, 
hallways gaudy     the color of a scream,
a weathered pine floor
marked with disturbing scratches,
windows blacked out with bitter glass.

Fisherman's stew swims in a pot
stirred into a meal for guests that stop by
a kitchen masked as warm and inviting
red checkered cloth     spread upon the table.

The ritual of supper     lures the hungry
silence surrounds except for the clink of spoons
supper finished     without anywhere to be
guests are unable to find an exit     
the key     mislaid long ago.


©Jaydean Wszolek 2008

Comments:
There are no messages yet
Starlingpoet
Poetry
Free Verse
writing Starlingpoet




Bookmark and Share

You must log in to rate.
This has not been rated.

Published Date
9/13/2008 12:00:00 AM
© 2014 WritingRoom.com, LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
WRITING | POETRY WRITING | CREATIVE WRITING | WRITE A BOOK | WRITING CONTESTS | WRITING TIPS