his laugh is familiar
like an old couch that swallowed me
every night, while I dreamed of
an old waxen witch
my hands are angry tonight,
but all I can think about is
that old couch,
wrapping me in its faded blue
arms, holding my fright in
its warped interior,
sucking me away from solitude
before any man, I found intimacy
in stretched fabric, I relinquished my
sweet innocence to an upholstered
mass
and find it all again,
in a laugh.
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The safety of hiding…
I loved this! Thank you x
Who thought a couch could be seductive 😀
I absolutely adore this poem. The line “holding my fright in
its warped interior” is particularly stunning.
I shared this on my Facebook page. I’m just new to the blogging world, but I hope you get some other readers out of it. This is a really special piece.
Awesome! Poetry….You are the best! 🙂
This totally spoke to me Maggie – I think it’s that idea of swallowing mouths and saggy old couches that pull you in. Love it.
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love these lines –> “before any man, I found intimacy
in stretched fabric,”
Amazing again.
Beautiful…it broke my heart. You have a great talent.
I like your poetry, Maggie!
This is insightful… and deep.
it’s a lovely ode to your old couch; it would feel very proud if it could read the poem 🙂 and btw thanks for subscribing to my blog
“before any man, I found intimacy
in stretched fabric, I relinquished my
sweet innocence to an upholstered
mass”.
That is inspiring writing. Truly
ah yes, old couches — stained with memories that resist all scrubbing. Hopefully, there’s more laughter to reupholster the ones that fade away.
“like an old couch that swallowed me
every night” — Wow, this is great stuff, best poetry I have ever read on WordPress.
Oh you’re good alright, Miss Maggie Mae, worth keeping an eye on for sure : )
Very nice! You have a wonderful gift. Thanks for swinging by my blog.
Oh I really like this!
Hello and I am humbled by the following, have read 3 of your pieces so far and really enjoyed.
Very nice, I always love poetry
It has such a sweet familiarity to it that I love and respond to so very much. Thank you for the spelunking trip down the halls of memory.
I think this is my favorite out of your poems that I’ve read so far.