Sunday, October 14, 2012

At midnight



                                                             Midnight Snack, 1984, by Curtis Wilson Cost


on rye bread
a day old, we prepare smoked ham,
slices of tomatoes, cheese and lettuce leaves


with 2 pop cans and bag of chips, 
we have the forest around us, leaning to hear    
each word, each story of lingering souls 


its midnight
we are hungry for the wind to keel and
make our knees tremble with fright  


here in Grandma's creaking house 


Posted for The Mag - 139 

Thanks for the visit ~

43 comments:

  1. nice...midnite...an interesting time for a bit of a picnic...but....we used to have quite a bit of fun at gramma's house....and hers was secluded much like this picture...

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  2. Grandma's creaking house. Oh the lovely memories :)

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  3. I really like that 2nd stanza
    The barest of cupboard, the forest leaning in to hear.
    And the simple lines~
    It's midnight

    In grandma's creaking house

    Have a great sunday, Grace

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    1. A lovely poetic share in itself ~ Thanks Rick and have a great Sunday ~

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  4. lovely images you gave here...x

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  5. Well done with a taste of childhood.

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  6. Nice portrait of reminiscence. Loved that crafting:)

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  7. Haha... you and I had similar thoughts on the house noises. Lovely read Grace.

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  8. I love the evocative feel of the wind keeling...

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  9. Love the playful mood of this piece ... who hasn't giggled through a late night snack attack with a pal and spooked each other with a ghost story or a poke and a "what's that noise?" ? Love it!

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  10. You always write the best food descriptions.

    I love this: "its midnight
    we are hungry for the wind to keel"

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  11. Sounds like a wonderful place to be!

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  12. Snack and ghost stories at Grandma's what could be better? :o)

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  13. I love "we are hungry for the wind to keel and make our knees tremble with fright...'
    Beautiful... atmospheric... neat for October too.

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  14. LOve the picture Grace: alot!
    and this" slices of tomatoes, cheese and lettuce leaves"
    love it! xo


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  15. Off to grandma's house we go, for some junk food and some scary story flow, nicely told.

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  16. Yes, my grandparents house was definitely creaky! It made for some awesome ghost stories between my cousins and I.

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  17. A healthy snack, I must say! Well, apart from the chips, perhaps...I remember one night in war time, my cousin came to stay and she, my Mum and I ended up with beans on toast at midnight, after they talked about all kinds of food no longer available, thanks to the war. The talk made even me hungry, and I had no memory of 'before the war' goodies. LOL

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  18. Lovely writing, Grace. I can picture this warm scene. I chuckled when I heard you say 'pop.' In my area we say 'pop' too, but in so many areas if a person would say it they would get strange inquisitive looks!!

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  19. such delight ,my dear, now I wanna go there :)

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  20. I like the simple concrete images. As a writer I once knew used to say,"You must lay the concrete foundation before you try to build abstraction".

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  21. What can I say ... this is going to be one of my favorites!!

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  22. Familiar food can be so comforting - especially in a creaking house at midnight! An enjoyaable word picture.

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  23. Love this Grace--great take! Excellent piece.

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  24. u huh! Knowing we are safe, surrounded by guardians, we can play at fright, hungry for adventure. Love it!

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  25. Ah very Blair Witch, heaven, but Your Granny will protect you !

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  26. Being at grandma's is such a fun thing. Never mind it involves deprivations of some kind. But the experience lingers on in memory. I can relate to this Heaven!

    Hank

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  27. scary fun at grandma's after filling one's stomach. ;-)

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  28. Oh the memories of Grandma's creeking house....I guess many of us have them....love this Grace!! :-)

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  29. Is Grandma there phyically or in spirit form? Interesting!

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  30. Grace,Your words have a coziness, and a tender look ...it eaves me smiling.

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  31. Perfect combination of fun and fear, which is just what a child would feel at that time of night having a midnight snack in the wilderness.

    =)

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  32. Food does always make the scary more fun! Lovely images of a remembered past.

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  33. A sensual visit to Grandma's house, what could be better? I love the creakiness, the smoky ham and the trembling. This is so expressive, with a vivid autumnal flair. Thank you for sharing, Grace. =D

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  34. Oh no! I wonder what they'll discover at midnight in Grandma's creaky house?

    I remember those times when some older family members would have a little game of spirit of the glass... there was no electricity yet then in our place and my grandmother's house had wide-open windows that opened to the dark night, the wind was blowing, the winds were rustling, and everybody was nervously excited...

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