Sunday, February 17, 2013

Mag 156 Without Exception

                                                                    Wind of History by Jacek Yerka           




                                                The white house road came along from the otherside!
                                           I sit now, writing from the morning room on the south
                                          end of my Grand parents home.
                                                The old white car has sunk into its inevitable,
                                          deepening rut. The house helpers had been told
                                          " No matter what- come in from the main gate side!"
                                          Springtime, ice, wind, snow, rain- " Do not use
                                          the common road!" My Grand father had built his own
                                          approach .To enhance the view. To show off the property
                                          to its best advantage!  With the lovely fan of trees.
                                               Even though the gate has now fallen over
                                          and the stone wall with its urns and original decor
                                          are tumbled and crumbled - you can still hear his
                                          edict- as if on the wind " Come to the circle driveway,
                                          we shall meet you at the door !"

23 comments:

Book Dilettante said...

Time has passed and the welcome is no more. Sad and haunting. Very well done.

Brian Miller said...

ha. very cool that the message can still be heard on the wind...rather like a ghost...and still there you sit writing...interesting history you gave this place...

L said...

NIce look back.

turtlememoir said...

i like very much your imaginative interpretation of a rather enigmatic picture prompt - you've made it real, i'm hearing on the wind the haunting echoes of the grandfather's edict...

Yvonne Osborne said...

I love this! And the edict...."do not use the common road!"

Wouldn't it be great to have a fan of trees like that on your property?

Jinksy said...

You really set the picture for this prompt. :-)

Laurie Kolp said...

Great interpretation... love the ending.

Kathe W. said...

yep- the welcome mat is definitely not by the common road!

Tess Kincaid said...

I can hear him now...

Catfish Tales said...

The car may not have come through the gate, but it sure did attempt the circular drive!

Gail said...

Well done.

Michael said...

quiet applause

Bo said...

This is terrific!

Cloudia said...

you resolve it with authority!


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Tumblewords: said...

You've made a 'hearable' world...great job!

SueAnn Lommler said...

I could hear his voice echoing in the wind! Loved this poem
Hugs
SueAnn

Steve E said...

I'll bet Grandfather--who never went without a vest, had only the top front of his shirt cleaned and pressed.

Nice "take" on the picture, Izzy!

Helen said...

.. 'as if on the wind' ~~ love this!

Margaret said...

"as if on the wind" and the "fan of trees". I think you breathed in this painting and "lived" it. :)

Sue said...

Great ending. It kind of echoes.

=)

Lyn said...

I hear those distant words so clearly...like a tender ghost! Lovely.

Susie Clevenger said...

Love the memory that still voices its message on the wind...

Trellissimo said...

Nice one...