Eliza Riddle's Boredom
Eliza Riddle brushed her hair in silence
long silver strands, sleepy, floating to the floor
Her horn rimmed glasses read the book
next to her bed
without her
for boredom overtook her when
she thought she guessed the ending.
Eliza did her stretches before sleep
one...
two...
three...
in a long nightgown and silk slippers
with silly pom-poms on them
She methodically filled her sipping
glass with tap water from the sink
and set it down beside her bed
The house settled in too.
Creaked as it did it's stretches
Wind blowing in from the open window
in her room;
the curtains just fluttering eyelashes
to the soul of outdoors.
Eliza bid the house the usual goodnight,
her friend in solitude for thirty five years
since Mr. Riddle passed on.
She crawled under the same down blanket
they had both shared,
curled up next to his still cold pillow
and teetered on the verge of sleep
with the last thought before dreams
of déjà vu -
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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