Porch Shadows: Whispers of Yesterday

Beneath the Old Oak's gaze, I confide,
Secrets sewn into my creaking planks,
Tattered gowns of moonlight trailing
On wind-swept twilight swaying.

The banister hums: a lone tongue twirls
'Round the flickerings of chipper bulb hiccups,
Leaf imprints pause here, my sanctuary wears
Wets a shroud of unbidden whispers.

I beheld the doorway—an unfurling mouth,
And heard Mama's lace gowns blend in shape,
Rocking chairs toil unbending those knots,
Painters spoke through breath and void
A simple crease—a purgatory confesses.