Brian Strand Poet Narrative

A Chapter One Para 1 To 3

I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered my
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of my
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet

I switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."

1.ENTERED IN 'Chaptor ' 1 Matt Calari Nov 1 2022

2. entered in Constance la France ' Writing Challenge - X'd Poems Second Chance' Contest Dec 5 2022

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Constance La France December 10, 2022 at 5:57 PM Brian, your chapter poem is wonderful. Congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge- x'd poem - Second Chance, well done, just a little detail missed, no date that the NA contest was judged blessings

Susan Ashley December 6, 2022 at 8:28 PM Dear Brian, a very intriguing piece. I admire your use of atmospheric imagery. Congratulations for your win in Constance’s contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan