Hannah Smith


The Red House - Poem by Hannah Smith

Sudden as a mirror, the red house
jumped from behind fluffed trees;
windowed four-square and flat slated
violet as final clouds, it seemed,
(or was, so solid its broad gesture) ,
a brick god chapped with litanies.

And there I was born, not I, but rather
the name of my face, the learned, caught
habits of sufference; below
the slope of the narrow roof were formed
the tribal totems that hard words
have since tabooed, evaded, sought.

Come on it suddenly as a mirror
there at the road's turn, it was so
locked and fenced that, a blank neighbour
caught in an intimacy he knows
outside his role, I watched a boy
at last turn on his heel and go.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 16, 2003



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