Spoiler
In my English class, we read the poem "Abandoned Farmhouse" by Ted Kooser. We were told to mimic the poem using things in/around our house to describe us. This is what I came up with.
Dust
She was careless, says the gathered dust
on the window sill of the second floor;
a forgetful girl, say the rings of the absent jars
in the pantry; and a painter,
say the stains on the floor, hidden under a patterned rug;
but not a girl for company, says the jewelry box
with unworn pearls and neglect.
She was often alone, say the halls,
littered with music and the piano notes
warped with time and she pretended to like the loneliness,
say the books on the shelves, worn with use.
Times had been better, say the photos in the photo albums
and the porch swing swaying in the backyard,
and the days were long, say the tangled sheets in the bedroom.
There were many sleepless nights, says the bedside lamp.
She painted flying things, say the colour-tipped brushes
on the desk. The birds in the tree say she wished to be airbourne,
the plugged bathtub drain says she was sinking.
And the girl? The milky water in the bathtub
like discarded dreams -- a bird in flight, the sun blinking from under waves,
the flickering light up above? She was drowning, they say.
