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Ann in the Flood

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #246, in the spirit of the Very Serious Super Mario from SNL.


Ann climbs to the roofline
She's never been this big, never this strong.
Heather's not a doll but Ann holds her close.
The lake is tasting the house, considering;
Dry land was such a new thing, once.
Ann keeps an arm on Heather, looks down.
The lake doesn't speak or its thousand tongues
Chuckle like birdsong, whine like chitin bows.
Ann speaks Heather's tongue and one other.
She calls to the patchwork lands around
I am your daughter, I have your child.


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  1. FireblossomFebruary 11, 2023 at 9:06 AM

    I know zero about the SNL sketch you mentioned, but I adore this poem. You had me at the line about the lake tasting the house, and it just got better. I re-read it twice and loved it more each time. I love the speaking for Heather in her language and one other, and your closing line is just amazing. Oftentimes, a poem that suggests is the best kind. They leave the reader's mind turning in a most agreeable way. IMO, this needs to be published. I'm sharing it.

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    1. Carrie Van HornFebruary 11, 2023 at 2:39 PM

      I feel the same way, and since you are sharing I will let you be the one to do so. Thank you Shay.

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    2. qbitFebruary 11, 2023 at 5:43 PM

      I third that!!!

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  2. JimFebruary 11, 2023 at 10:59 AM

    You did well with this one, I was hesitant about whether to write about the old house, I have a like, almost an affinity, for old houses, or the person on top. So I chose another. And yes, it's a pity, but so many have to wonder about their fathers.
    ..

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 11, 2023 at 1:53 PM

    This is simply brilliant, Chrissa. Bravo!

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  4. Carrie Van HornFebruary 11, 2023 at 2:42 PM

    Oh Chrissa this is one gorgeous poem! I love the idea of the lake tasting the house and its thousand tongues! This has a mysterious deep feel to it that makes the reader want to read it again and again. Amazing poetry my friend!

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  5. kaykualaFebruary 11, 2023 at 3:57 PM

    She calls to the patchwork lands around
    I am your daughter, I have your child.

    Calling for the father provides the twist further to the mystery being narrated. At the end of the day the reader is still wondering - that is a measure of a good writing! Enjoyed it Chrissa!

    Hank

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  6. robkistnerFebruary 12, 2023 at 5:55 AM

    Superb Chrissa,

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  7. Gillena CoxFebruary 12, 2023 at 7:17 AM

    OMG!! gorgeous craft.
    "The lake is tasting the house"
    Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Much❤love

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  8. Keith's RamblingsFebruary 12, 2023 at 7:55 AM

    Your words and the picture are made for one another. Brilliant.

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  9. AngelaFebruary 12, 2023 at 12:15 PM

    Brilliant writing - I second everything that has already been said - love it <3

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