We come to the narrow entrance--
no wider
than a driveway--
where the signs perch.
We turn.
A narrow lane,
signs continuing
against
a bright curve of landscaping.
A flag snaps blue, red, white,
deep in the grass.
Then the wooden house.
The masking.
The silence.
Our tented privacy.
Then, the planchette.
The ritual summoning.
If the question is what is haunting you this week, the answer is the idea that we choose to summon violence. Also, pickup flags in the absence of official parades annoy me.
-- Chrissa
I like the feel of ambivalence here, which seems to float underneath all the meticulous detail. So much seems haunted in our "tented privacy," and what is summoned is too often not the spirit that we're looking for. Just an excellent 55, Chrissa. Thanks so much for finding words in these hard times, and to quote our meme's originator, have a kickass weekend if possible.
ReplyDeleteThey annoy me, too. What is with the flag fetish???
ReplyDeleteI love the sense of creepy isolation here, the turning from a sick weird reality to a foreboding other level. Eek!
Ritual summoning is wonderfully creepy here on this landscape!
ReplyDeleteI love the narrowing entrance and lane that leads us here. I too am annoyed by the flag parade with no parade...aarrg!
ReplyDeleteLove this...I am so annoyed with flags on vehicles parading not so much for pride, but to threaten.
ReplyDeleteThis is a gem! I share your sentiments and admire (not envy - no, never envy) your skill in expressing them.
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