Today Mish is giving the prompt for today’s Poetics at dVerse. She wants us to write about if these walls could talk: our homes, a church, school, hospital – anyplace there are walls! I have chosen to do a fictional piece for this segment. People often have an image of a seraglio being exotic and full of beautiful women. Too often, they were places of petty intrigue, the women the man of the house wanted to hide from the world because he no longer desired them, or where the older women died after much neglect. You can visit dVerse when the Pub opens at 3:00 EST today. http://dversepoets.com/2016/11/01/poetics-if-walls-could-talk/
The Seraglio – ca. 1905
Only a few women were left
aleeping on damp mats,
the smell of rat piss, mold, and attar of roses
Filled the air.
The women were old or no longer desired
By the sultans.
Even the odalisques
had ceased to perform their functions.
The walls had heard and seen it all –
The walls sweated with the petty jealousies
and the opium smoked
and the poor food consumed.
The silk unrolled from the walls in strips
and the women never ever saw the light of day.
The walls wept with their boredom
and their tears and their daily arguments
repeated day after day after day.
The walls listened but could not speak.
The walls unraveled at their nightmares.
The walls saw it all and never ever spoke.