my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



9/27/12


now taller and
brighter, on the
darker rocks -


i remembered 'the shipping news', how the ancestors 
pulled the house across the ice and four ropes were 
hanging loose in spite of the strong pull when one 
should need to move a whole home. getting it 
down the cliffs in one piece, pulling it across 
the frozen land and lugging up on another cliff.


























2 comments:

  1. how i'd love to live in that tiny archipelago, a poppy-coloured house,
    + i know whom i'd like as my red-homed neighbour ;

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