Homeplace

Windows broken,
door long gone,
yet flowered paper Momma hung
partially clings to the walls.

The banister still stands, winds,
but will never see
Christmas garland again.

There is no bed
in the room where I slept
and ghosts of laughing children
run down the hall.

I flinch at the phantom,
little girl gone,
did she live here at all
or was she a story child,
crayon on manilla paper,
yellowed by time?

First published in Pegasus 2004

4 thoughts on “Homeplace

  1. Nochipa

    flinch is a good word

    our rooms where we spent our childhood
    nights
    and day dreaming the shape of the world to come
    linger in the adult mind
    and the absent bed in the room that’s an important thing
    important focus

    I like this its rings with those truths
    and feelings we get from returning
    listening to the ghosts of ourselves and the echoes of family
    that once occupied the space

    again like the slave hut
    you capture the image in your eye and conveyed it
    yes I swing with magic

    jack

  2. Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I am a poet, novelist and artist living in Appalachia. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way.
    nochipa on said:

    “listening to the ghosts of ourselves and the echoes of family
    that once occupied the space”

    Thank you for understanding exactly the place from where this poem springs. They say you can’t go home again. I say we never really leave.

    Nochipa

  3. connetta – ohio backroads – I was born Dec 30th 1952..I live in Ohio...i'm married ( 40 years- this time around) two children ( boy and girl in their 40's).., 5 grandchildren. if you stop by please leave a note so i can find your blog too... I especially love meeting people who don't write poetry but enjoy reading poems as well as others like myself..poetry came into my life as a child and never stopped budging me to write them down. I collect them in ink. This blog is a collection of my poems and pictures taken on the ohio backroads. if you find me a stranger my you leave as a friend.
    connetta on said:

    This one is my favorite ..but i truly loved them all..

  4. Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I am a poet, novelist and artist living in Appalachia. I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way.
    nochipa on said:

    Thank you so much. I am glad you have paid this piece a visit. I wrote it after taking a trek back to the home where I grew up and it was as if though the house was haunted by my past self.

    Nochipa

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