It Blazes Everywhere

by abracadabra   Dec 11, 2010


We walk down streets
stuffed with houses, rows and rows
of terraced twins, symmetrical like
paper chain dolls, uniform brick brothers
squatting shoulder to shoulder, glued wall to wall,
their chimneys standing at attention.

Their open windows pass us by
and we glimpse their yellow insides, warm and alive-
a student hunched on his desk,
a family eating dinner,
a cello in the corner,
a cat on the sill. The houses spread
their yards to us, too, the little squares
laid like patterned napkins.
One is spilling lavender and daisies to the street,
while another is already crammed with Christmas,
its lime green lights glowing in the fading day.
You point, delighted, at a bench on a porch,
missing from the park some days ago.

There is a fat man smoking
at his gate, nodding at us.
The window behind him is dark and still.
I smile and he says, "You're quite the pair, aren't ya"
and goes inside.

We laugh and link arms and you
smell like lavender and plant daisies in my hair and we
head home with my hand hot in your pocket,
leaving the staring houses behind us
with smoke rising from their chimneys.

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  • 13 years ago

    by John Long

    This is pure class, plain and simple. The imagery and charm is as thick and tasty as chocolate. For some reason it seems like a prelude to a short story. Anyway, when are you going to be published?

  • 13 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Ha ha ha, waht Britt said indeed:)

    This was descriptive and it had a feeling of deep contentment in it. I can see how you were very happy when you wrote it, Abby. To have that feeling of all things being in place and to be one with the universe is really wonderful. I think the title was a really strong one, one that would make a movie a block buster.

    Very well done girl,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 13 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ...what Britt said....;-)

    Bravo...Again!