The Address Remembers Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Address Remembers
The door remembers
the layers of bottle green paint
the brass-bulled letterbox
the glittering granite steps
the rhododendron bush
the shining number plate
The hall remembers
the echoes reaching the ceiling
the spider webs around the hanging lights
the coats stand with Zulu knobkerrie
Grandmother's room remembers
lily of the valley, lavender
peppermints and whiskey
prayers and hatpins
a velvet choker, an ivory elephant
The music room remembers
sub zero cold
the piano's polished face
an unlit fire
a frowning metronome
The parlour remembers
a sheepskin table cover
a back scratcher
a panting dog
an old mahogany sideboard
The loft remembers
secrets, the roof
a seaman's chest
torn lino
rows and rows of furs
an overkill clothing
The bedroom remembers
windows with frost fairies
the stink of Friar's Balsam
clammy sheets
The garden remembers
tom thumbs nodding
sparrows twittering
thistle and rosebriar waving
chives, heather and mint
The shed remembers
man things- tools and screws
a place for everything
everything in its place
The garden walls remember
studs of purple flowers
disembodied voices of the neighbours
the world kept at bay
I love this personification of the life and lives of a house memories indelible within its fabric, indeed all the layers of paint and wallpaper hold memories of past lives and present A great piece of writing form an expert thanks 10+++
Very unique and creative. Wonderfully written. Beautiful style. A very well deserved Poem Of The Day. Congratulations, Sheena.
Among these remembrances I like 'The garden remembers' and 'The garden walls remember'. Beautifully crafted. Touching one. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
In their silence old familiar things and place are partner of our memories. The poem brings them alive with so much fondness. It is a comfort to go through this poem to align our memories with our surroundings. Congratulations for member poem place.
Your amazing poem stunns me every time I read it. Simply a marvelous creation.
Memories of life! ! The door remembers! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Everything has a memory that is remembered. Beautiful poem.
The shed remembers man things- tools and screws a place for everything everything in its place The garden walls remember studs of purple flowers disembodied voices of the neighbours the world kept at bay - - - - - - All the things around the house have some stories to tell.A stunning write about fond memories of childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I am thinking of a poem of old days, I miss the old days, this poem is touching. congratulations.