A Poem by Lucas Grasha



This old house has bones I don’t know of,

creaks in the floors I can’t recall,

and a few locks with missing keys.


Some of the doors rest upon rusty fragility,

swinging in abandon;

concealing and illuminating.


The empty chambers but catch sunlight from occupied rooms,

their frames seeking

and their curtains embracing the walls.


Operas fill the mahogany,

nail-marks wound the ivory keys--

a faint impression upon a fainting couch. 


Some leave behind books of theirs,

paintings from others and paintings unfinished--

there rests a broken easel or two.


Iris colors blend,

their dresses float through the halls at night,

while a perfume bottle mocks from its place upon the mantel.


The paint on these walls starts to wrinkle,

crack and shatter--

a splashing of perfume is in order.

© 2012 Lucas Grasha

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Your poem reads like a short story and that is so fantastic. If feels like fantasy missed in with mystery.
"This old house has bones I don’t know of,
creaks in the floors I can’t recall,
and a few locks with missing keys."

That statement had double meaning for me it felt like an older person remembering a past with chunks of memories missing.

I like the vibrant colours that your have painted, the texture and the entire scenery you have placed in my mind. Beautiful piece!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Mystery is ubiquitously present through out the verse grounded to practicality. It seems to have a preternatural quality to it... yet it is factual. i wonder if u have actually been into that old house to describe the aura so articulately. If not so, this is a very inventive write. The whole of the 'old house' has its own identity with its antique items being its only 'residents'.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This poem is an excellent balance of real, surreal, and abstract. You have a very good sense of controlling one's imagination

Posted 11 Years Ago

This poem is beautiful and so well thought out. Well done. *adds to library*

Posted 11 Years Ago

I think this has so many meanings but it makes me smile because I love old abandoned houses.. I get myself into trouble trespassing.. I like to wander through and think about who lived there...what they did ..or wonder what they were like.. but hey.. I'm odd lol...xo

Posted 11 Years Ago

A very good description. The poem tell a real story of aging and remembering. Thank you for the thoughts provoking poetry. A outstanding poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on June 15, 2012
Last Updated on June 19, 2012


Lucas Grasha
Lucas Grasha

Pittsburgh, PA

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