Peace: A Wainscoted Room
Give me a room with
wainscoted walls and
bay-windows with sills,
seldom seen anymore.
And let's have a half open
Dutch door in this wainscoted
kitchen, with hens running loose
in back yard
ta-taingly crooning, the way
that they do, soft humming
and chumming the afternoon through.
And let bread be baking,
and bubbling black raspberry jam
with some of it cooling
in stiff marshalled lots,
and kittens well hidden
behind the woodbox.
Iva E. Reed
November 1991
Well, this just says so much. It really speaks to me. It's going into my poetry notebook. Thanks for sharing it, Nan.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Vicky. I love that word "marshalled" describing the line up of those jam jars. I want to be in that kitchen.
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