Friday, January 29, 2010

Sanctuary

Cards unfold, their message
lost
in the return

Nellie in her farmhouse
kneading bread, flour
to her elbows, white folds
smooth with yeast
the letter
tucked safe in the elastic waist
of her skirt-
envelope red, words yet unread
until tonight
when she’d have
a moment of sanctuary
away from the
in-and-out
door-slamming
chatter-boxing
of the young ones,
a flame-lit
kerosene-lit moment

Their message lost,
return to sender


Rachel Westfall
January 25, 2010

10 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...
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Linda S. Socha said...

Rachael
Well said. I have thought about this one from several angles. I find myself wondering....

Fireblossom said...

Rachel, are you trying to make me feel like I'm at work?!? (post office) ;-)

jozien said...

I love this image you create. Although i am not a woman like that, i don't care for baking and i will open a special letter, right away, can't wait. Is that why i miss the point of the message lost, return to sender?

Karen said...

I really like the visuals this creates for me.

namingconstellations said...

So much left unsaid (and unread?) waiting to be discovered...

Terresa said...

I like this. Is there more? I want to read more about Nellie...

Woman in a Window said...

I'm with the rest. More. Who from? Who to? Which part lost? Which part received?

Tell.
xo
erin

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

WHOA!!!

Never saw that end a-comin'!

NICE!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

BloggerMouth said...

Having grown up with many folk tales and lores of ancient women who spent years waiting... I loved this. The setting, the tone, the anticipation... Awesome. Weave us a tale :)