LANDSCAPE by Himanshu Saini

Another ekphrastic poem - this written especially for Saini's 'Landscape'.

YESTER YEAR I seem to feel a lingering kinship here, As if from another life in another time; Flitting bits of memories, not wholly clear, Yet I know this home once was mine.

I recall the smell of peat moss in the fire place, The naked statue of Aphrodite on the mantle; Rows of leather bound books in a glass case; Some household catalogues with picture samples.

The kitchen that was big and dark and smoky, And a giant black woman that ruled that room. Here the aromas were wonderful and m-m tasty, Mis-behaves were banished with the broom.

The, salon, varnished dark, grandfathers room, Where he smoked his pipe, told tales of long ago Younger days he'd been a gentleman's groom And once he had to kill a hell-bent deranged foe.

A cozy home full of love and warm memories, Family ties stayed close, even when far away; Friends and neighbors visited; even dignitaries, A welcome to all in the open country way.

Now as I gaze upon this peaceful painted scene, I live again in that ancient time I remember so, Back when country life was pure and clean. Would if I could return? Don't really know. ...ffacer...

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