Thursday, August 06, 2009

What Goes on in the Hall

roses on coat rack


Who looks
at the new straw
hat, remembering

how she beat
brazen rays each
day by sneaking
under a brim

like that. And who
notices the wrought
iron roses now
hung askew

on our cherry
coat rack; she
wrung pits
out of red fruit

too, swatted flies,
rolled tart sweet
flesh, juice into
crust, but that is

another story;
I am asking you
about the roses,
broken, and a

missing screw,
but you are busy
arranging tailored
black wool on

a cool hook worn
brass blue; we're
just in the hall
after all, we're just

passing through.

New poetry prompt: You guessed it. We're in the hall now. Even if you have no hall, there's a poem in that too. Please post your offering by Thursday, August 13, and leave your link here in the comment box, for possible feature and definite links at High Calling Blogs.

Brass Roses on the Rack, photo by L.L. Barkat.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your words walked pictures through my eyes. Satisfying poem.- marja

7:16 PM  
Blogger Deb said...

First visit.

From J at getting down with...

So impressed.

And challenged.

Sweet dreams.

8:54 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Your hall sounds so much more interesting than mine :)

I just put up my living room poem, now to pass through that hall...

10:43 PM  
Blogger Jennifer @ said...

Oh boy.

I think I'm going to pass out. ... I'm still recovering from my attempt in the living room.

Have I told you lately that YOU ROCK???


I think I'll loiter in your hall ... and ignore mine altogether.

12:23 AM  
Blogger Joelle said...

Wow. Whoa. Slow me down, re-read, pass through a bit more attentively....

10:14 AM  
Blogger Megan Willome said...

Okay. The kitchen and the living room didn't inspire me. The hall did. Thanks, L.L.!

Game of Life

the cramped hallway.
perfect space for
game: Balloon Volleyball
close all doors.
hit. slam. dive.
keep it afloat.
whatever you do
please don't fall.

11:03 AM  
Blogger Anna Blanch said...

mmm...hall poems. I have a different poem up today, not one of mine though.

Also, i tagged you in a meme this morning!

11:17 AM  
Anonymous heather said...

I haven't participated in this before, but hallways have such promise. I may have to try my hand.

12:08 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

You see well and tell it maybe even better.

Can I learn what happened to the roses?

12:33 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Megan... love that raucous poem!

Sam... your guess is as good as mine. Who knows, who ever really knows what happened to the roses...

12:52 PM  
Blogger kirsten said...

my poetry is stunted these days: i start and find that i cannot find the conclusion. it seems i am full of unfinished ideas these days, plentiful with becoming and possibility. could the hall be such a place?

1:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

really liked this

1:56 AM  
Blogger sojourner said...

just in the hall
after all, we're just

passing through."

This struck my heart - I don't want to live my life with this line whispering in my head!

You have served up a difficult challenge :0)

11:48 AM  
Anonymous Amber@theRunaMuck said...

L. L., you are so giving - your free words.

I'll write one. I plan to anyway. I guess that means I should say, "Lord willing."

2:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well well, LL, This must be my favorite poem of yours so far.

8:01 AM  
Blogger Monica Sharman said...

I had a TON of fun in the hall:

Thank you!!!!

7:44 PM  
Anonymous heather said...

My hallway poem:

1:36 PM  
Blogger Joelle said...

For once I've followed prompting. A looooong, rambling piece (like its theme) about hallway:

8:29 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Your poem is amazing, as usual! Here is my hall submission...

8:58 PM  
Anonymous Amber@theRunaMuck said...

Here it is: A Hall Gathering

9:14 AM  
Blogger SimplyDarlene said...

My hall...


10:56 AM  
Anonymous Lance said...

These are my hallowed halls. Perhaps a new slant on living prayer...

11:41 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

L.L., I love your poem...conjures images and I can see them, hear them. What a challenge...the hall! I did finally post one.

12:38 PM  
Blogger Ann Voskamp @Holy Experience said...

i'm not of this league,
so i do not pretend,
usually just lurk
in corners, licking
my fingers with all your honeyed words,
but the hall,
the hall,
i just had to stammer.

wish i had tasted your grandmother's pies...
sweet as your words.

love, l.l.,

5:37 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I hope there is still time to include my hall poem, which is really a foyer , which is really a dance stage.

6:06 PM  
Blogger Emily said...

Thanks, L.L. My hall is currently filled with boxes still from our recent move. Not ideal, but it's its own kind of grace, I suppose.

7:12 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Under the wire? Just posted my hall tour...

your new buttons are oh, so glam.

and you preach to me every time your write! shall I call you pastor Barkat?

9:12 PM  
Blogger Wendy Hill said...

Talk about really under the wire. It is 11:51 p.m. I wrote this poem last night, but wanted to add photos of my hall (perhaps I feared my words were inadequate). Alas, complications have prevented the photo accompaniament.

Anyway, you can read my hall poem at
Thanks for letting me join the fun.

11:52 PM  

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