Thread: Merlot

He comes home to the sound
of bruises being sewn in
with closed hands. He passes
the kitchen where she paints
the linoleum with words tinted
with merlot and plaque. The thump
of their daughter's back against
the plaster hid his footsteps
as he slid into his study where
the whisper of the wooden door
moving over the carpet calls
out for him.

Sometimes a single line makes me glad i read a poem. In this one the line is

"He passes
the kitchen where she paints
the linoleum with words tinted
with merlot and plaque.

That said, the poem seems - - - incomplete comes closest I guess. What is happening is awful and yet the poem is calm. Of course maybe that was what you wanted. A statement about how easy it is to ignore what is happening right in front of us. If so, you succeeded.

Prof

Yeah, I was going for that statement (kinda)
thanks for checking it out!