Sunday, March 30, 2014

Returning

I shucked the place
and spread the silk
in search of something sacred.

All I found
was a faded space
where our picture might have been.

But there are things we kept secret
after we shed skins
and reason

still creaking beneath the floorboards
as if they wish
to walk again.

For Kerry's mini-challenge at Real Toads.  Also submitted to Poetry Pantry.

26 comments:

Gail said...

Secrets beneath the floor boards...wonderful thought. I'm sure there are many in every house/relationship.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is extremely enigmatic, as any poem about secrets should be.

Fireblossom said...

That first stanza is so gorgeously worded, and the poem as a whole is just stellar. I agree with Kerry.

Sumana Roy said...

'still creaking beneath the floorboards'..lets hope they remain there forever...mysterious
indeed....great lines

hedgewitch said...

Yes, no matter how much quicklime you throw on those buried things, they never seem to go away. Evocative imagery, and as always, sharp,vital language.

Robert Bourne said...

a haunting poem Mama Zen... those things hidden are like ghosts and goblins...

Sioux said...

Those last three lines--especially--are mind-blowing.

(Don't you EVER blow chunks when you write?)

Brian Miller said...

haunting. the empty space...and the things still living under the floorboards....

Kathryn said...

Love that last verse of secrets under the floorboards wanting to walk again.

blueoran said...

Who knows what the secret its -- cunningly enigmatic, as others have pointed out -- but the title somehow has the key. (Great job on that). And what is the emotional space of a secret? This.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oo, I love that idea of secrets creeping beneath the floorboards.......

Moonie said...

Hmm those secrets below the boards have a way of putting on new skin (at least in horror).
great images MZ

Nataša Dolenc said...

great poem, lovely the imagery.. and the things kept secret after shedding skin.

Sam Edge said...

Under the floor boards is too close for comfort.

Björn said...

Just as a secret under the floorboards points at eeriness .. it stands as a contrast against the first part about a love lost.. good stuff.

De said...

Between your subtle rhyme and that incredible third stanza, this is a stunner.

Susie Clevenger said...

I wonder at the secrets housed in the floorboards where I grew up...your piece carries secrets ears will never hear...love the mystery of it.

humbird said...

our memory keeps secrets triggered by sounds too...that creak...mystery

Hannah said...

oOo...yes, those kinds of secrets...I just love the imagery you use with the floorboards and shedding skins. Excellent writing MZ!!

purplepeninportland said...

Wonderful images in this brilliant poem. I love it!

Lorraine Renaud said...

has quite the bite...as always Mama Zen

manicddaily said...

I love the sense of getting down to the corn kernels at the beginning of this MZ, and the shedding not of leaves but skins--so interesting--one can hear the secrets (and skins) rustling there like little mice through the sheaves. k.

R.K. Garon said...

Always inspiring when I stop by.
ZQ

Marian said...

what is buried there, if we pull up the boards? not sure i want to know. maybe let's keep the secret.

Grace said...

Grim and full of squeaky secrets under the floor boards ~ Lovely write MZ ~

Helen said...

Many years ago, my sisters and I discovered a cache of cash under the floorboards of an abandoned cabin ... $15 in one dollar bills. We felt like millionaires.