Tuesday, September 20, 2011

a family connection

September 20, 2011- Small Stones
a family connection by  Teri H Hoover

Walking by the wet mulch heating up in the sun ....
damp thoughts of childhood visits to my grandmothers decrepit tavern.
I worry about spiders in the dark corners and the mustiness makes it hard to breathe.



  1. It is interesting what images make up our links to earlier generations. This is a vivid visual image with odors causing physical distress. Doesn't sound like a tavern I'd want to hang out in.

  2. Margo Roby's prompt brought me to this site. There is not a lot of unnecessary verbiage here, which I appreciate. Sleek, spooky, and seen through the eyes of a child.

    Loved it, thanks. Amy

  3. Given the one or two things you have alluded to about your family, this poem makes a strong metaphor for the relationships.


  4. So much said in so few words.

  5. Thanks for the comments everyone- I was sufficiently creeped out and it is my writing. I suppose I feel a bit guilty for painting such a grim picture- we were always given our choice of soda pop and snacks at the bar. Then we were given dimes to choose songs at the jute box and quarters for the pool table. We were only there on Sunday afternoon- so none of the patrons were there...but it was still not my favorite place. I think I have turned this comment into another post.! xo teri

  6. Teri, this is quite good. Nice, compact piece of writing.

    btw, sorry I am so late getting round to read.


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