Summary: Dudley looks, clear-eyed, back on his childhood.
This poem won joint first for Best Poem in the 2014 Quicksilver Quill Awards.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 123 Read: 1821
Published: 08/23/13 Updated: 08/26/13
1. Chapter 1 by minnabird
In my house, love is:
groaning shelves of abandoned toys,
knickerbocker glory and packaged joy -
increasing waste, increasing waist.
It’s dams which crocodile tears will always break.
It’s that’s-my-boys and doting, blind defense.
Love means never being wrong.
In my house, there is no imagination,
save that of darting eyes,
seeing and concluding in the same breath.
No fancy but the funhouse mirrors in my mother’s eyes,
persuading her I’m just a growing boy.
There’s no illusion but the lies we tell ourselves.