i’m actually rather proud of this one… it made some huge strides from the origional…
My grandfather lives in a glass house
Where everyone can watch my past
Time ticking a pendulum call
What lovely symmetry the clear-pane walls.
Where everyone can watch my past
A light reflecting portrait to silhouette
That lovely symmetry in clear-pane walls
Preserved in mint, flocked with dust.
A light draping portrait with silhouette
Tracks the sun-fall a burning bulb
Presently mint the flints of dust
Douse each heirloom in feathered glow.
When tracked, the sun falls a burning bulb,
Fading pear-green loungers and sofa’s clawed feet
Down with each heirloom a feathered glow
Recounting the richness of years passed by.
Faded pear-green loungers and sofa’s clawed feet
Crowding my grandfather’s glass house,
We reminisce of its richness in years long by
With time tolling its pendulum call.
—ECW
ECW Poetry 