for Twiglet #209

The Screen Door Slammed Behind Him

He left the neatly mown rural grass,
and the whispers outside along with
the crows calling from their nests.

Then he turned left into the kitchen,
and threw his coat over the doorknob.

There used to be a peg to hang coats
behind the door, but it fell out, in much
the same way he fell out with his father
who’d passed on 30-years ago, but he
could still hear him twitching in his ear,

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

He was quick to say, no door ever hits him,
but he doubted his father heard him since
the old man refused to wear a hearing aid.

Anyway, that peg fell out, rolled across
the floor and went straight under the stove.
As far as he knew, it was still under there.

based on a writing prompt at The Twiglets (#209) “hung from pegs”   © Misky 2021. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter 

6 responses to “for Twiglet #209”

  1. I can feel for the son… But I no longer let others voices twitch in my head.

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  2. That is a terrible situation to be in. For the son, especially. But also for the father, who very likely is failing to see (or care about) all the damage he is causing.


  3. Somehow you never completely outgrow meanness. It continues to whisper every once in a while.


    1. Yes, and at the oddest times that little voice just pipes up and makes you doubts yourself.

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  4. This is like the beginning of a novel ( a good one )


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