Mother's Dark House (A Tartoum Dirge) Poem by R. H. Peat

Mother's Dark House (A Dirge)

Smooth and white as a neatly quilted bed,
Sheeted silence glistened sheer and pristine;
Not a single track was seen on the rolling snow.

Sheeted silence glistened sheer and pristine,
Stretched far without any wind or sound
Before the doors and windows—all dark within.

Stretched far without ant wind or sound,
Nothing showed the lonely difficult times—
No music, nor voice or light came from inside.

Nothing showed the lonely difficult times;
There emptiness occupied the vacant rooms
Where the absence of laughter became years.

There emptiness occupied the vacant rooms;
Outside the black-oaks had leafless branches;
Fields had fallen-quite inside a smoother sleep.

Outside the black-oaks had leafless branches.
Not a single track was seen on the rolling snow
Before the doors and windows—all dark within;
No music, nor voice or light came from inside
Where the absence of laughter became years.
Fields had fallen-quite inside a smoother sleep.

© RH Peat 7/14/2010 4: 34pm
Form: A Dirge Tartoum: 5 tercets & 1 sestet/ 24 lines
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Published In: 'Sunflowers and Seashells: Days Remembered'
Eber & Wein Publishing, Pennsylvania - 2010