Skip to main content

estherbrook

at the core
of my every tossed
and turned
my every blessed,
cursed knot
lies Estherbrook

god damn her
stone hearth and soulless board
her sour
maggot studded bosom
unloving
indifferent

to watch her
wither and grow craggy
unkempt
by my unfailing,
rich neglect
warms my heart well


Rene ~ February 18, 2013
For Magpie Tales
Image: "Wind of History" Jacek Yerka

Labels:

Comments

  1. BoFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:11 PM

    This is really good!

    ReplyDelete
  2. MaryFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:31 PM

    Estherbrook is this home, I assume. You have really given it character in your poem! Nice.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Brian MillerFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:42 PM

    but you know it will haunt you ever more...no matter how much you neglect it...smiles....

    ReplyDelete
  4. MichaelFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:58 PM

    cool way of contrasting

    ReplyDelete
  5. UnknownFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:07 PM

    Worst. Mother's Day card. Ever. :)

    ReplyDelete
  6. Yvonne OsborneFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:27 PM

    I like the name Estherbrook. This place needed a name.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Tumblewords:February 17, 2013 at 10:34 PM

    Neglect worked magic here! Beautiful!

    ReplyDelete
  8. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2013 at 1:49 AM

    flows so well nice tale on the prompt

    ReplyDelete
  9. SueannFebruary 18, 2013 at 6:10 AM

    Beautifully done..."neglect done so well" ....nicely put'
    Hugs
    ?SueAnn

    ReplyDelete
  10. KayFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:03 AM

    i like that you gave the house a name..x

    ReplyDelete
  11. BerowneFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:16 AM

    Visionary and rather spectral. Well done...

    ReplyDelete
  12. Laurie KolpFebruary 18, 2013 at 8:28 AM

    Powerful, emotive tone... strong piece!

    ReplyDelete
  13. HelenFebruary 18, 2013 at 12:57 PM

    Oooooooh, do you think she can be re-habbed? doubtful :-)

    ReplyDelete
  14. Susan AndersonFebruary 18, 2013 at 3:20 PM

    One of my favorites today.

    =)

    ReplyDelete
  15. MargaretFebruary 18, 2013 at 9:44 PM

    Splendidly brilliant. Well done, I love the whole tone of this.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Tess KincaidFebruary 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM

    My unfailing rich neglect...oh I love...and can so relate...

    ReplyDelete
  17. JinksyFebruary 19, 2013 at 1:43 PM

    Attached to a place like that? Sheesh - what a thought...

    ReplyDelete
  18. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2013 at 2:30 PM

    truly splendid...a memorable and stark piece. thanks for this.

    ReplyDelete
  19. Vodka MomFebruary 20, 2013 at 6:54 AM

    oh my GOD I LOVE THIS.



    wow

    ReplyDelete
  20. Silent Otto February 20, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    Even Eatherbrook is beautiful in her own way. Cheers, Rene

    ReplyDelete
  21. Silent Otto February 20, 2013 at 7:01 AM

    Whoops sorry , Estherbrook

    ReplyDelete
  22. Carrie Van HornFebruary 20, 2013 at 7:43 PM

    Intense write....love the imagery in this Rene!!

    ReplyDelete
  23. Frank WatsonFebruary 22, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    damn that was good! Love the soft then violent turn

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :

Popular posts from this blog

don't tread on me

she's still not over the fact that  she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing  voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits,  for burying me,  prematurely,  over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and  bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out  "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
69 comments
Read more

waiting for the boss

this is the story of a girl who lived in the basement of the girl next door sheltered in the confines of a  suburban tract house dungeon; her punishment for runnin' wild with dreams half unlatched she ran like a spirit in the night from those badlands wind blowin' through her hair shielding her eyes from the blinding light she hugged onto a shoreline of hope someday soon, she's not sure when her savior will rise up from the streets with an armload of rain soaked roses and second chances Rene ~ 2010 Click  Here   to join Magpie Tales creative writing group .
56 comments
Read more