Evlynn' S House Poem by Noreen Carden

Evlynn' S House

Rating: 5.0


Brasso the others kids called her
Not me, my mam would have killed me.
Besides I liked her.
She would smooth her pinny
as from its heart shaped pocket
she handed me a sailors chew.
A rare treasure for me to relish
on my way to school.

She shone her door knocker
'till it gleamed in the sun.
Her doorstep painted red.
Her eyes like her windows sparkled.
The eyes are the window to the soul 'she said'


When she died the house went with her.
Slowly bit by bit it died.
Its knocker dulled.
The red step gathered dust.
Leaves swirled around the door.
Its soul, the eyes closed with grime.
As if it decayed in solidarity with her
The keeper of its shine

[Brasso = metal polish]
[pinny =apron]
[sailors chew = toffee]

Monday, July 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khairul Ahsan 12 July 2018

A wonderful poem, Noreen! As I went through it, sadness engulfed me. Stopped for a moment to think how good or bad my house would like when my wife and I would be no more!

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Jak Black 26 July 2015

What a sad tale, Noreen. A tribute to Evelyn who I suspect is not a figment of your imagination. Takes me back to the 'good old days'. Brasso and pinnies... remind me of my grandmother. Sad that Evelyn's home, her pride and joy, her cherished possession deteriorated without Evelyn's love and care. Love the last line.... 'The keeper of it's shine.' A fitting tribute to a proud lady. Haven't heard of 'sailor's chew before, glad you explained it in the AN.

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Daniel Brick 15 July 2015

I can completely identify with this lonely but proud woman. She could have sunk to the level of one of life's walking wounded. Instead she became for you (and the reader) a symbol of the soul's inner strength of being. And I'm sure she gained part of her endurance from your regard for her. You were the angel of the moment. I found the parallel between the house she treasured declining after her death to be very moving. This is one of those poems that infuses the reader (ME!) with a sense of hope because Evlynn shows how to overcome hardship and solitude.

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Bri Edwards 14 July 2015

this comment is from Darlene Walsh: (sent to my showcase in July, since you did not have your poem on your PH site yet when Darlene read it in the showcase. : Date & Time: 7/12/2015 8: 22: 00 PM Remove this comment Poem: 42601568 - A Showcase For P H Poets: July 2015: Section 'A'.... [sharing Poems; Not A Contest; Monthly On Bri Edwards' P H Site] Member: Darlene Walsh Comment: I couldn't find 'Evlynns House' on Noreen Carden page so I'll put my comment for her here: When we are gone, what happens to what we leave behind. Does it all fade away without our presence to maintain it, or does some part of us live on forever? Something to think about our own lives as we read this lovely poem. =========================== and this is from me! hi Noreen, thanks for poem. i'll get it in eventually into July's showcase. does 'sailors chew' refer to this: 'Chewing the Fat 'God made the vittles but the devil made the cook, ' was a popular saying used by seafaring men in the 19th century when salted beef was staple diet aboard ship. This tough cured beef, suitable only for long voyages when nothing else was cheap or would keep as well (remember, there was no refrigeration) , required prolonged chewing to make it edible. Men often chewed one chunk for hours, just as it were chewing gum and referred to this practice as 'chewing the fat.' '? ? ? ================ i found pinny=pinafore. i believe there was a musical entitled 'H.M.S. Pinafore'. [oh, a 'comic opera'] i like the poem. i'm afraid people would not be able to tell much difference (as to whether i was alive or dead) by looking at OUR house windows. they will probably always be dirty! had to look up this also: 'Brasso is a metal polish designed to remove tarnish from brass, copper, chrome and stainless steel. It is available either directly as a liquid or as an impregnated wadding pad.'.............an apt name for your 'old' friend i guess. my favorite lines: 'Slowly bit by bit it faded. Its knocker dulled The red step gathered dust. Leaves swirled around the door. Its soul the eyes, closed with grime.' to MyPoemList. bri :) :)

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Eugene Levich 14 July 2015

Lovely! - As a poem, a portrait, and a memorial!

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