Day 27, inspired by all three images
Turnings
The poet in the attic room,
frayed cuffs rolled, sits at the desk
by the open window–
aware of the cliché—
the garret room, drafty in winter
yet not without charm now
as the scent of sweet pea
from the garden drifts and wanders–
a memory circling
like the Ferris wheel at the fair,
straining to reach the top.
I am once again participating in Paul Brookes’ April Ekphrastic Challenge. Each day, I will post my poem(s) here. You can see the art and read the other responses by going to Paul’s site here.
The artists are Gaynor Kane, John Phandal Law, and Anjum Wasim Dar. Thank you for your wonderful and inspiring art!
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
Thank you, Paul.
Picked yours out (again). Old houses and attics really intrigue you, I know. You captured the charm of cold, draughty places well 🙂
Thank you very much!
We lived in a beautiful old house when I was in high school, and I had the attic room. The house wasn’t old old, but still. (I just looked it up online, and it was built in 1903.)
1903 is pretty old for a city house. So much everywhere has been torn down and ‘improved’. I’d have loved an attic room!
It was a house in the Philadelphia suburbs–close to the “Main Line.” The house is now valued at an unbelievable price.
My dad talked about Monmouth Street but also Walnut Street. I don’t know which one they were living in when I was born or whether they were places my dad had lived in when he was growing up. It was South Philadelphia with the Italians 🙂
Oh, I didn’t know you were there. Yes, South Philadelphia–the Italian market is still there. My mom lived in different parts of Philadelphia when growing up. Then I lived in Germantown when I was a little–that’s west of the city. But when we moved back from Dallas, we lived in Havertown a western suburb.
Germantown was where some relatives of my dad’s brother-in-law lived. Finck. You might have known them. I think we’ve had this conversation before. It’s about all I know about Phildelphia 🙂
Yes, I’m pretty sure we did. I was only a toddler, so I don’t think I knew them. 😊
Not knowingly…
😀
Walnut Street goes from Old City to further west of the city.
I know the name but I can’t remember in what context. Nice to know it exists anyway and I didn’t dream it 🙂
There were a bunch of tree names in the original city–it definitely exists!
I’ll maybe go down it in the google van 🙂
Have a good trip! 😀
Not today, but soon 🙂
I like it …. especially because you had my mind turning while reading.
Thank you very much, Frank! 😊
I really love the images your words gave me. Thank you!
Thank you so much!
The last three lines especially…my mind so often echos this. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe.
I LOVE this! It’s one of the very few poems about poets that appeals to me. Brava!
Thank you very much, Liz! That makes me happy. It was another one where I had no idea at first.
You’re welcome, Merril!
It may be a cliché, but still most charming!
Thank you very much!😊
The title is an essential part of the poem
Oh, interesting. I couldn’t think what to title it! Thank you.😊