 White Doors, by Vilhelm Hammershoi (Denmark). 1905. Open House
Can’t you imagine coming home to this stately gem each night? I let clients think I opened every single door to let in light and show off the stunning woodwork. Well below market price – the owner took a job overseas. For sale AS IS, so you can add your personal touches. Last night I closed each door. Today they gaped wide open. As you wish, I whispered. I’m leaving well enough alone, afraid to do my morning walk through. A ribbon of cold air trails me, room to room. I brought my collie, still leashed to the porch rail – as far as she’d come. Crossing my fingers this place sells today. I’ll lower my commission if I have to. Can’t you feel the history? I ask the young couple, giving them my card. Alarie Tennille This poem was written for the surprise Halloween ekphrastic challenge. Alarie’s latest poetry book, Waking on the Moon, contains many poems first published by The Ekphrastic Review. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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Tammy Daniel
11/2/2017 08:10:11 am
Alarie channels Amityville Horror in this poem, and I really like the perspective from the realtor's point of view. She gives new meaning to "open house!" I also love how she leaves us with a sense of foreboding when the young couple shows up. Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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