castle walls
“It is a family tradition,I’ve laughed about it but it doesn’t make it any less true”
We block our doors from friendly visitors
but crowd up our lonely rooms
I remember my granny holding onto
mason jars with canned food inside,
years written on the lids from before I was born -
but she couldn’t let them go, couldn’t waste a cent
I’d go with her to busy thrift stores and we’d come home
with bags and bags of things she didn’t need
It was old baby dolls, church clothes, another clock to hang on the wall
but she did this kind of thing multiple times a week
My mama would get mad as a hornet at her
Granny was dismissive, but her eyes were full of thunder and rain
Every few years, the whole family would pull together
To get her house clean, but never at her pace
The truth is that I’ve been falling into granny’s flat shoes
Building a castle of objects to call friends
I’ve had to let go of so much and I wanted some things to stay
Rooms that felt like hugs, some sort of safe space
But I see the castle walls crumbling
I’ve poked breathing holes into my little cup
I know it is time to ask myself what I really need
Because another purchase won't lift me up
I see it as adding another log to an ancient fire
How long will the forest last
When you ‘re chopping down all these trees
Instead of putting down that heavy axe
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2023-03-15 at 11:15
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