Who Owns This House: Second Battle Stations

Posted by ractrose on 15 Apr 2019 in Art, Poems

Pastel drawing cabinet in yellow room with ghost

 

 

The Folly

Battle Stations

 


 

Who Owns This House

 

This room, its walls are painted yellow

They call it that, the Yellow Room

The corner cabinet…no plane of it

Quite fits, the hinges pull

My dear, you smile, but I feel the cabinet matters

And he will not have sold it

It wishes to remain

 

Who owns this house?

I think he is thirty, or thereabouts

He has come to a place in the mountains, flat, flat to despair

Rough stones, as bad for cattle as for the plough

And spare infertile earth

Poor, never visitors enough

To sell to

But his own home is poor

 

If he sleeps…his name must be Devon or Desmond…

In the room downstairs

He finds he can sleep

But the closet…

The privy, yes…Americans say so

He dreads to visit in the night

 

No night has been spent in the Yellow Room

Unused but in a time of typhus

One, and then another, three

Carried to the bedstead, borne away

A wasted hand flings free

To limpet on, with panicked strength

Still to the ill-at-ease attendant

Plucking and prying and making rearwards

These words, this pleading, a fevered vision

 

But the mourning, mourning face

Do I wait for you

Do you wait for me

The invalid hears and straining from the pillow sees

A figure white-clad coffined below the glass

Do I wait for you, O Love, O Death

Do you wait for me

 

 


Who Owns This House

Oil painting of city-scapeSee Folly page for full series
Castello dei Banditi: Third Battle Stations

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (2019, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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