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[title] => The House Facing the Shaded Park
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[bodytext] => There was once a house facing a shaded park cool bright terrazzo flooring downstairs warm parquet flooring with peeling orange-hued varnish upstairs There was once a house facing a large old tree benevolent with strong sinewy arms offering a bright yellow carpet of flowers fluttering, faintly perfumed on the street that lightly grazed the driveway of the house It was a long and slippery driveway ending at a black wrought iron gate In the evening’s soft pale violet caress, the child clutches at an iron rail dreamy, enraptured as a brilliant yellow bird species unknown like a tuft of that yellow carpet broken loose coasts upwards, calling out “woo-woot” “woo-woot” Some in the neighbourhood say its unabashed glee others say its the wistful whistle of a lost orphan The enigmatic cadence is parroted by the child with the cartoon shorts leaning languidly on the gates at the end of the driveway “A fine specimen of sound and sight!” ” Very pretty bird!” chatters the elderly lady pottering about by the garden that neatly borders the sloping driveway This orderly alignment set the scene for a horror-inducing mouth gaping, eyes bulging gory spectacle the other evening the child, slipping, sliding, careening down the driveway her mouth set in that tight line - a limbo between sheer shock and fear, slammed against the wrought iron gates rain unlike the still inconspicuous pain pounding down in an urgent torrent The child’s bashed mouth fills with hot and sour tasting blood that spills out staining the cartoon shorts streaming down the driveway unto the shiny black street outside Thick murky mud swells in the garden as a sharp, glinting sword of lightning is brandished in the sky illuminating the bloody, dramatic theatre as a guttural, primal roar of thunder reverberates like an orchestra of the damned escalating to an electrocuted crescendo Oh the trauma of clumsiness! A startled and appalled neighbour peered over the fence the other day, agape as from the house facing the shaded park, Sonorous and angry like thunder, but bereft of its awe-inspiring timbre a furious cacophony of bellows and shrieks like the undulations of a storm-stricken ocean Doors slamming like hard, fast and unrelenting punches to the stomach Voices low, then surging to a raucous shout like the thunder of a higher frequency clapped across a cracked sky like a million plates being flung off a cliff and shattering at your feet There was a house facing a shaded park no longer besieged by that hot polemic wind A bedraggled semi-child semi-adult sits dolefully on the cemented floor of the balcony that overlooks the shaded park in the hours where no children gambol in it The air is static with malaise but every now and then you can feel the most lugubrious breeze that ever danced its sad dance over the house There was a house facing a shaded park remodelled without the balconies new bay windows with two adults disparately peering pensively out of them every now and then smooth parquet flooring with no varnish but seemingly untrodden upstairs cold and glossy marble flooring downstairs The large tree outside still stoic but no longer generous with aromatic yellow carpets A different neighbour peers over the fence for a non-commital chat No more cringe-inducing shouts curtains drawn on histrionics almost inaudible laughter The semi-adult slips into the driveway of her once upon a time almost calamitous accident through a wrought iron gate her steps earnest and quick. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CARAAAAA [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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