Time capsule

Cherry

By samhennig

Sat, 01 Oct 2016
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7 comments
 

The ironing board
Is out beside my bed. Flat,
Cloud diluted light creates 
Shadows on angles, greys
Cutting across yellowing white.

Paintings hang just off centre, rogue
Marks, where hammers 
Failed to hit the nail
On the head. Cotton
Sheets, crinkled from nights
Of restless use. 

Laying in the centre, hearing 
Rain patter against the window
Pane, cars displacing puddled
Water, engines throwing 
Dust into the morning light.

White towels hang, surrendered
To the hook on the back
Of the door. Closed to the world 
I lay and hope that nobody 
Knows I'm here.

The clock on the side table
Ran out of batteries months ago,
Time has stopped, this room
A capsule of nothing in 
Particular.

 

Certificate U
Poem

Comments

Submitted by seashore on

Yet another sickeningly good piece from you Sam - and another lump in my throat...

Submitted by samhennig on

Ah seashore I really do appreciate it 

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Sparse but clinical descriptions -shadows on angles, surrendered to the hook-perfect for projecting the content and mood, pulled me into this. Felt as much a mood piece, and a very effective one. You seem in a great creative moment yes

 

Submitted by samhennig on

Thanks Stephen. Really nice comment, much appreciated

Sam Hennig

Submitted by nicola6 on

Evocative portrait of a room that hints at the narrator's troubled state of mind. There's an effective restraint in the language that adds to a sense of apathy towards (and dislocation from) the outside world.

 

Submitted by samhennig on

This is a really great piece of feedback to receive, lets me know that the piece isn't getting misconstrued. Thank you

Sam Hennig

Submitted by Nolan on

So familiar, so ordinary, brilliant.

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