Memories are the remnants of Grandma's
Parlor, shining through
like a full moon on a fall night
A settee with horse hair batting, upright
piano, marble top stand, cane chairs,
lace curtains and area rug
Parlor protected, saved only for Sundays
Diablo, you old God of War, How we quake when you want more. Militantly ignorant, Losing all you’re looking for.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme to use three names of video games from a list somehow in a poem. I picked Diablo, God of War and Quake although I haven’t played any of them. The “militantly ignorant” comes from M. Scott Peck’s description of evil in Further Along the Road Less Traveled, which I found in a used collection of books a few days ago.
We had few toys. The mud pies that we made We’d sell for mud-pie cash or try to trade For treasures that would fortify wild dreams That didn’t need much more than that we played.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “toys”. The The photo below is a hiking trail through a golf course which may be a kind of toy. I don’t golf, but I do walk this trail. The featured photo are the eyes of a beautiful troll we bought many years ago made by 5 Arts Studio in Cosby, TN.
I am also linking to dVerse Poetry Forms where I am hosting during February on the ruba’i quatrain form.