Where

CarefulWhereYouStand

I come from my father’s house -
semi-detached, just like him;
where nervous Beatles’ chords
stain the air like the coffee patterns 
left in unwashed China mugs.
Where blue carpets blush
at dubious Woody Allen impressions
and old leather photo albums
keep the seventies staying alive.
Where grey hairs hide in a bedroom 
where no-one is allowed,
and even though you leave the boiler alone,
sometimes, it suddenly explodes.

I come from my mother’s house,
self-sufficient, like her;
where green silk skirts hang
Brazilian flags from the ironing board,
where your nose crinkles
at the thick scent of oil paint,
and Columbo’s rough Chicago accent 
is served hot with every Sunday dinner.
Where Smooth FM is sipped with
evening cups of tea (three sugars),
and the room can often go quiet,
as-if no-one has anything left to say.

I come from my house;
of average value, just like me.
Where Stanley Kubrick and Bob Dylan 
watch me waste weekends in bed.
Where freshly ironed shadows with Radiohead 
logos are abandoned to every corner,
and the curtains stay closed 
like a dead fly’s wings.
Where cold winds howl like wolves
at the window, 

waiting for me to leave.

  • Author: Steven Bailey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2018 15:04
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 53
  • User favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan.
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Comments6

  • Reyas

    Wonderfully written, I hope to see a lot more from you 🙂

  • Poetic Dan

    Wow and I nearly didn't see you there
    This was fantastically expressed
    Thank you so much for sharing it

    You took me to my past and now my kids life, I would what they would write.

    • CarefulWhereYouStand

      No problem Dan, more poems to come each week. Good Fridays from now on.

    • BRIAN & ANGELA

      WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first Poem ~ elegantly penned and pulsating with rhythm ~ a good read. It was ever thus the unwashed & unkempt House of the PAPA (Men are not good Housekeepers) and the pristine & polished House of the MAMA ~ it was ever thus ! I live alone in a FLAT only about 3 miles from my Parents (who are still together after 39 years !) ~ but I try to keep it PRISTINE especially when my Fiancee (ANGELA) comes to stay on Friday Night ~ She's on Work Placement in New Zealand at the moment ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please ~ please check my Poems ~ Thanks BRIAN (UK) Love the Music References in your Poem ~ I was born in 1983 !

      • CarefulWhereYouStand

        Thanks for the detailed comment, I appreciate it. Look out for a second poem this Friday.

      • sylviasearcher

        You painted vivid pictures with your words

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good write, our parents started the making of our lives and if they set you on the right path you will not go wrong.
        Welcome to MPS

      • dusk arising

        Oh i love this style of writing. You are gonna go far! Such a pleasure to read your writing. Love your humour whilst getting the bang message across.
        I'd like to see you comment on some of the stuff i've done here because i think i'd appreciate comment from you.
        Definately going to look out for your works ahead.



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