In the Attic: I Hear Them

by Maple Tree   Apr 13, 2013


In the distance-

A soft hushing can be heard
tween window panes and cracked
hardwood flooring.

Two women alone-

Or so they understood,
tea cups shuffled in shaking
fingers, as sugar cubes melted
in between words exchanged.

I hid in the dark-

Listening to the ongoings of
troubled times, trafficking
tails of who dids and what nots.

The ghost of gossipers-

Layed to rest in the corridors of
my mind, glistening in the still
hush of winter, moth balls remain
a fortress around the mysteries of
yesterday.

I hear them in the attic....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    You always touch me when you write, whatever the subject.

    You have a gift to bring me into your life and see you within each line.
    I've been trying to comment this one all day but I can't find the right words...there was a sadness in here, and I know lately and recently it's been quite a profound emotion for you, but I also felt this calmness, it was this serene scene and although the meaning and the thoughts you were expressing gave me tears, I felt so calm while reading it.

    I can't explain it, and that's something unique that only you do...

    The flow was flawless, totally smooth throughout. You're so talented and so unique, and so you

    Wish I could explain it better, but you leave me in awe, I'm speechless

    Hugs and love, xxx

    • 11 years ago

      by Maple Tree

      I'm glad you both enjoyed this piece... It is a side of my life I don't reveal often, and yes Ang- I know... <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    Oh oh oh... I love this one... The ghost of gossipers, that is so my favorite line... this piece is amazing, I just can't express what I felt while reading this one... but I think you know without me having to say...

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