Empty rooms where whispers
Of a broken heart once floated.
Where cries released at last
From pent up emotions
Filled the air.
Rooms that epitomised
Love and compassion,
A smiling welcome and a listening ear
For those before unheard.
An old house now discarded
In the name of progress,
Hopefully to rise again
Like a phoenix from the ashes.
The future is unclear but surely
The words “Knowles House”
Will forever generate
Memories of a gentle place,
A place through which angels passed,
But is now just…… empty rooms.
20th October 2010
The Crisis Centre Fair will be on Saturday 11th, December 2010! Booths are available for the low price of $150 which includes lighting, (add’l power also available) so if you’d like to support the Crisis Centre and advertise your business, this is a GREAT opportunity to do so!
The following poem was written by Thea Rutherford, a volunteer at the Crisis Centre, and read at the recent “Night for Hope and Healing” If you would like your poem published on this blog, please submit it to the Centre.
Death of a Smile
By Thea Rutherford
Laughter emptied from her lips like trash
scuttling down a cavernous chute.
We all laughed; but hers overshot ours,
pelted from some obscure catapult.
Faster, louder it skipped octaves with
a rope longer than our joke had been.
A plume of exhaust, it misted into pure
air, smothering unknown sins.
We fell silent, savoring our comedy,
our worry-free youth, life’s ripening fruit,
Unsated humor rumbling in our bellies, loot
we had to unload; we did, our laughter
coiling up in rolls. She sqawked again,
muting our guffaws for breaths at a time.
She hooted and then her eyes bled
bright sorrow. Shellacked in shell shock
they glistened above her mirth.
I blinked away the haunting sight.
After our eyes met I shirked
the cavity of her vacuum howls;
dragged covers over the wells in her pupils,
I left memories smeared across her mouth.
Later, a rumor decoded her cackle
‘She had had no idea. He was her friend.
He brought his friends.’ And in a series
of endless moments that would never really end,
they fractured her smile into a constellation
of pieces, then pasted the collage rictus
on her beautiful shattered face.
The horror broke her laugh to convict us
of berries that do sour on the vine.
It makes me listen to laughter with clarity,
and eulogize the death of a smile.
Just to let our volunteers know that the monthly meeting will be held on Saturday, 16th October at 10am. It will be held at Knowles House and will probably be the last meeting to be held there as the Centre is in the process of being moved out from the building.
Plans for the up coming Fair will be discussed and it is hoped that volunteers will give lots of support.