Image: House of Many Doors (here)
The 12 given words:
earth frozen home hazy crazy
poverty rope folded saint holy gusts
rasping (a harsh, scratchy sound)
what on earth could it be
an intrusion frozen in time
a home without windows
it was hazy
it was crazy
but he remembered it well
poverty imposed certain restrictions
and he learnt the ropes fast
folded into a saint, a holy soul
he stayed put in a house of many doors
gusts of wind had no say
but to bid their time
only rasping noises in the night
convinced him that the wind
was bent on escape
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Just waiting for that chance to escape, can be a long wait.
ReplyDeleteI think it is scary to have no windows...no sight to the outside....interesting metaphors!
ReplyDeleteThat would be really creepy to live in a place with no windows.
ReplyDeleteMost intriguing!
ReplyDeleteA house with many doors and no windows.......intriguing indeed.
ReplyDeleteNo windows but lots of doors, clearly a walk out or in options options
ReplyDeleteNice write Hank
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Those many doors open as much opportunities as windows, maybe better. I like the surreal touch here. :-)
ReplyDeleteImelda
A house like that sounds enough like a prison to belong in a nightmare.
ReplyDeleteNot sure I'd like to live there! You really created a mood with this one.
ReplyDeleteI like how you combined these words. You have a great imagination. This poem made me think of how we try to escape our own inner poverty or deprivations at times. Good writing!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing poem. I'd be ok in a house with no windows as long as it had doors -- one can paint the walls, put up photographs and art. But you need doors to come and go as you like. I love that last line, "convinced him that the wind
ReplyDeletewas bent on escape"