Divorce House Poem by Consuelo Roland

Divorce House



Woe begotten thumb-sucking
infant house
Your parents have divorced.

In your sky-high roof rafters
steel nappies
Blow in the mad wind.

Empty-paned eyes
stretched across
whale-wide vistas.

Flapping silver bandages
call attention
to your unlovability.

Your ears stick out too much
your constant hunger
invites marauders.

You must feel it so
an accident from birth
no one to hear your wails.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Nearby our house at the river is a half-built house which has a law suit pending pending because the owners ignore building regulations. Somewhere during this whole sorry process I heard they had divorced. So now I always wonder how much the stress of the legal battle around the house contributed to their break-up. The house stands there unfinished, unloved, waiting.
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