109 - pipTalk Forums

How to Join	Member's Area	Private Library	Search	Sanctuary		Login
Main Forums	Discussion	Tech Talk	Mature Content	Archives	A home without a wall, Our haven without ends, A circle we all call Our Family of Friends!

Dark Poetry #4

109

JenniferMaxwell

Member Elite

since 2006-09-14

Posts 2423

0 posted 2008-12-13 10:08 AM

Christopher -
His mother was a piano teacher
who had a Steinway Concert Grand
that took up half her living room and bore
the stains of sticky fingered
clunkers made by richer people's children
dragged weekly off to lessons
for their own enrichment.
His father was an alcoholic
who laced his coffee at the meetings,
was rarely seen but often heard
as two fists on the other side
of the after midnight door.
Fate it seemed had it in for Christopher
from the very beginning -
cursed by a peculiar last name
that sounded like a body part
not mentioned in the presence
of genteel company
and a case of astigmatism
requiring bottle glass correction.
He had a love for cats and capes
never worn by Superman,
and when puberty knocked
on his willow framed door,
it gifted him with a copy
of Leaves of Grass
and a key to the closet door.

Vestibular Bard
Member

since 2008-12-11

Posts 284
New York

1 posted 2008-12-13 11:56 AM

This is wonderful, I loved it. Simple, raw, dark and unpretentious.

You have given your readers just enough, but not too much, to allow them to construct their own unique images of Christopher.

Very good work.

	⇧ top of page ⇧
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format.