My Log Cabin

Written for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Outside Looking In
(posted by Laura Bloomsbury)

" -conjure an imaginary house of any size, any place, any age
  -fill it with an imaginary person/people past or present, or
   ghosts,  or leave it empty with its history
  -make it literal but move into the metaphorical if you wish."

Here is Jenny!  She is
my dream log cabin
home.  Roof imprinted
with shadows of nearby
trees, pleasing shade for
front porch–a necessity.
Note the chimney.  It will
keep me snug and sheltered.
Inside, a hearth rug
for my animals.  They love
to lie in front of fireplaces.
Chair hung from ceiling
is rounded and pillowed,
perfect for curling up.
Wide windows for wishing,
daydreaming, or watching
wildlife.  Cabin's main
focus is a spacious
room.  A woodsy scent
permeates the house
of happy people and pets.
Other rooms are still
in the dream-schematics.  This
cabin is named for
my grandmother.  Say
hello to Jenny.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to My Log Cabin

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Sara, I like the detail and story-telling in this poem.


  2. Bravo! out of the dream-schematics you have conjured so much to fill your cabin. Hello to your Grandmother!


  3. Our house has a red roof because my grandmother always said houses should have a red roof. 🙂


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