In a recent online writing class, I was introduced to poet Denise Levertov’s poem, “What my House Would Be Like If It Were a Person.” Class members were invited to do the same. Here’s my poem describing my house–if it were a person!
Dressed in nature-green,
Trimmed in luscious brown,
This person would greet you
since her beginning,
the needs and whims of others—
broad and demanding,
unfair to childlike simplicity—she learned
survival meant, sometimes, stoicism.
Formed by numerous revolutionary
changes—stretch here, open up there,
grow larger (“you’re not enough, you know”) and
drilled by the brittle bits
of a long life, her woundedness
surrendered to love,
befriending young and old,
strong and weak,
needy and self-sufficient.
All these, good companions.
Her zest and longing
for fun, inborn, never relinquished,
and always the first to play—
Mozart, movies, Boggle—she remembers
the laughter of her children, the hope of healing,
and most especially the grand opening
of innate hospitality, when
fear no longer sought her.
These, the memories and
true color—neither green nor brown–
shaped what has always been, and
what is now:
The warmth of welcome!