The Writers Group prompt for this week was to write about our “Golden Years” or a finest moment. In the past 2 years I have written to several finest moment prompts. I wanted to try something different. I am not a poet by any means, but I am trying to work on it. I wrote about one of our, Barb and I, finest moments from early in our lives together.
The Thornton Street House
The yard is an overgrown jungle
shaggy shrubs block the windows.
The backyard taken over
by vines of wild grapes.
A cast iron sink with a porcelain veneer
supported by unusually long legs.
The kitchen cabinets have glass doors
painted over, the color Grey Poupon.
Knotty pine paneled walls
rest on a well travelled linoleum floor.
The wool carpet was once a lush emerald green
now faded to the color of canned green beans.
Installed before the invention of carpet adhesives
the seams held tightly together with wool twine.
Wallpaper peels in one bedroom, stained in another
My God! So much ugly wall paper in every room.
Calcimine peels from the ceiling
Windows are painted shut.
A single bathroom, fixtures circa 1925
Part business, part residence
The walls and ceilings have acquired
A patina of nicotine.
Someone is going to buy this house
Buy it before we do, we can’t sleep
Our first house
The first house our sons called home.
Our early Golden Years.
Our First House
Ernie Stricsek
Chatham Writers Group
3/7/21
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Great images. You remind me so much of my first house and all the work it pulled from me.
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Oh the calcimine…
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