The Tolley House At Green Gate

I share a broom with Virginia
and Miriam, I
have not had the pleasure
of either of the two
Green Gate
maids,

but I know
that their knees squeak louder
than mine
and
that
elbow oil lubricates their
twists.

I can tell by
the way they leave
my broom settled
in
corners.

Its
terse whisker
stick
mocks my grip,
my sweeping angle.
I try
to lead our waltz but my
broom laughs at me,
certain of my clumsiness.

We fight for direction
over the
trite,
Tolley boards
of the old Tolley
House.

Mr. Tolley had taken a wife…

Sarah;
a one-legged chicken farm
who burst babies
all over these elderly boards, then
cleaned them
herself as ten of her children
rolled their deathbeds atop.

Virginia and Miriam must
remind my offensive broom
of Sarah.

Sarah and her discipline.
Sarah and her doctrine.
Sarah and her ten dead babies.

I think my broom is in love with Sarah.

It refuses
my suggestive
movements to clear
old dust from the floors.

I have no choice, I decide.

I toss the broom out
to
a patio
that hosted a Tolley family portrait once,

grab my very own electronic
sucking machine
and suck the dead babies
out from
abysmal,
woe coated
slits.

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12 thoughts on “The Tolley House At Green Gate

  1. Awesome! very natural way of expression words, if you give me permission so i can share your thoughts with face book and on my other social groups.

  2. I love this poem, such a lot said in so few words. This is very powerful. The image of Sarah who’burst ‘ her ten babies onto the floor and had them all die ………

  3. Just letting you know that I don’t always comment on your poems, but I never miss reading one. You have an extraorordinary talent with words. Please keep sharing.

  4. Maggie…you are awesome…I read your poems and I absolutely LOVE you style of writing. Keep inspiring us! Kim

  5. That was another really strong image for me – you always manage to conjure those up in my mind. There’s this sort of frenzied, spinning dance going on between a woman and a broom in an empty room (and it might just be me but I see the woman with a head kerchief and a floor-length dress that’s been hiked up to save it from the dust, and the broom as one of the old-fashioned witches brooms instead of a modern-day one XD) and eventually in a fit she just chucks it out onto the patio. Amazing writing!

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