Echo, Fantasy, Welfare, Idyll – These are the prompts for my poem. I was challenged by my friend, Judy Dykstra-Brown, to write a talking house poem after I suggested one of her poems would be good from a house’s point of view. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2021/02/11/if-these-walls-could-talk/
It’s always been my fantasy to grow into a mansion.
But what would be the point of my unexplained expansion?
Would I house the needy? I’d do nothing of the kind.
Someone rich and famous is who I had in mind.
They’ll be proud of me and keep me in good repair
I’ll not have to worry about the inhabitant’s welfare.
If I’m left alone much longer, I’ll keep talking to my walls.
I’ll only hear my own voice echo through the halls.
I fear this idyll does not reflect my vision.
Alas, those who live here watch too much television.
I never would admit this, but I love HGTV
Jo and Skip’s fixer upper is what I long to be.