Euterpe Said Sing

RDP Wednesday: SONG

he Franz Von Stuck
” Sounds of Spring “

 

I wanted to sing

but I can’t sing

so I learned to play the guitar instead

I wanted to sing

but I can’t sing

so I write stories instead

I wanted to sing

but I can’t sing

so I travel the world instead

I wanted to sing

but I can’t sing

so I found other ways to sing instead.

My Sleeping House

RDP Monday: BROOM

Gertrude Abercrombie

Brush away the cobwebs from  the dark corners in my attic?

Sweep away the dust that twinkles like far away stars in an inky black midnight sky from my cracked windows and scarred woodwork?

Open the doors, all of the doors even the ones that creak  and squeak on their rusted hinges all on their own?

Why on Earth would I take a broom to my house and risk waking it up? Can you tell me? Why would I do that?

Why?

Even a dead house deserves to rest in peace

no matter how awful it was in life.

 

The Dead End Road

RDP Monday: GLUM

It is an empty house

on a dead end road

the empty house is

overgrown with weeds and sticker bushes and infested with bugs

that could give you a nasty bite and oozing rashes for weeks maybe months at a time.

 

It is an empty house

on a dead end road where

nobody ever  heard wicked sly voices chanting and singing to them in the dark

of a sleepless night.

 

Nobody who lived or died in  this empty house

ever  swung an ax a their confused and bedeviled  spouses

or had children with horns and too many fingers and tails.

 

Beautiful trees were

brutally chopped down

so that this empty house

where nothing exciting ever happened

could be called a home.

 

The empty house

on the Dead End Road

is  now quietly falling to bits,

with no stories hidden inside of  it’s walls

buried in it’s basement,

discarded down the well  in it’s back yard.

 

It’s just an empty an lifeless  house

at the end of a dead end road infested with bugs and thorns.