we still wait for Baby. and i've begun reading another book, one about the writing life. the first pages inspired me to pull out a memory and mark it with a poem.
rooms
this week i have
spent in my new room
newly remade
my oasis for days
and these, scorching
outside
the first i have
ever designed altogether
in adulthood
though many
i drafted in
early years -
did you have
barbies who lived
on armchairs
with hankies for blankets
and tissue box
beds?
it was wooded
outside that was
drawing board
life-size
where trunks of tree
were corner posts
for walls marked
off by roots
exposed
stumps and logs
made sitting places
brier and branches
divided spaces
each with carpets
lush moss or
dried leaves
sister and cousins
or kid-down-the-street
would be well into
role-play
as i'd stay
in visions
adding new touches
to newly made rooms
just as inside
i stay
and envision
new touches to make
to this painted room
a luscious color:
dry leaf
- c. l. atkinson
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4 comments:
beautiful weaving of woodsy memories to your surroundings...
Lovely. I've only rarely had that experience, I fear...
I like this...
"a luscious color:
dry leaf"
Never thought of that as a color, but it's perfect :) And I'm happy for you, for your new room...
Love "Bird By Bird." And I love what it inspired in you!
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