Hidden depths

By Louise178

Thu, 04 Aug 2011
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I met you on the first floor landing
but I didn't take you to the
basement down below
we had a coffee
a general chitchat
while holding hands
our minds swapped stories
some similar some not

And the kitchen looked out
onto the garden full of trees
but I didn't take you to the
basement down below
where the damp mold grows
in a mottled pattern upon the walls

I met you on the first floor landing
and when you had gone
I ventured to the basement down below.

Certificate U
Paper Basket Poetry
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
A very atmospherice poem, Louise. I used to live in a really old house once with a cellar, and your poem brought back that musty kind of a smell, that grew stronger the further down the steps one trod. Tina

 

Submitted by Louise178 on
It's about relationships really :) sort of an analogy, ie how much you are prepared to show of yourself

Louise

Submitted by Highhat on
Don't like the mouldy basement Jackie- I see the symbolism though- but that is not what should be in the depths when exploring another person's character, don't you think? Is that what it was about? ;)Pia