The lonely house stands
awaiting Christmas week
when the family return
the re-union every year.
When new and old kids
will draw on the walls
and some elder ones
step out to play ball.
When the mirrors see
some pretty dresses
and the air smells
of new fragrances
when kitchen is full
of enthusiastic cooks
and each dish is perfect
nothing like spoiled brook
when the house shines
and beams with smiles
till the locks are put,
wait begins for next time.
Prompted @ Magpie Tales
Submitted also to One Stop Poetry
Wow so simple yet sooo nice. This poem is great
You create a nice festive feel of a home coming to life for a brief moment in time. Nice write, Nimue.
Nice evocations of Christmasses past.
a happy moment yet it leave me wondering why the locks go back…
You capture in the lines the Christmas experience of many a family…well said.
was bit unsure if i gt this right .. thank you
I believe you captured the nostalgia and the feeling of.the holidays very well. thanks, Gay @beachanny
pleasure
This was apt and precise
I mean the
“words were apt and description precise,
a house always looks for such beautiful ties”
Nicely written
your’re putting me in a festive christmas mood with your words…smiles..loved the air smelling
of new fragrances..
Sweet I love houses like this…
Sweet words form nice memories, moments shared by generations of kin. Nice.
Very evocative. I love the bit about the children coloring on walls.
This is so beautiful. So true…
ransom
Ah… so true, Nimue… if houses could really express their thoughts, this is exactly how they would have worded them!!
Brought back some really fond memories too.. thanks for sharing this one, girlie… Very beautifully portrayed!
Dear Nimue
Wow, you bring alive the house, the ground and the wall… and even the air and the mirrors on the walls in your words like..
‘When the mirrors see
some pretty dresses
and the air smells
of new fragrances’
So nostalgic and beautiful imagery for me.. I could relate to this so very much…
thanks for sharing…
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html
Simply lovely poem!
I particularly like:
“When the mirrors see
some pretty dresses”