skonen_blades

( a continuation of Poem a Day Number 2 which ended with the phrase:

Other houses here reside besides this cotton house.
There is a house of watermelon carved out by a mouse.)

The walls are pink and damp and soft in every single room
It’s a mansion for a mouse and somewhat like a womb.

He’s an artist with his teeth, a sculptor with his claws
He can make a gothic spiral staircase with his jaws

Millwork, molding, mantels, niches, columns, walls and domes
There are rooms enough in there to fill up twenty homes

This watermelon palace has a massive dining hall
That could hold a hundred mice, a fancy-costume ball

Only one mouse lives here, though: The one that built the place.
There’s a smile permanently on his mousey face

He even made a fireplace. A flying buttress, too.
The only thing it doesn’t have inside it is a view

One door in, the same door out and that is all there is.
Safe and dark, extravagant and everything is his

Hunger’s tied to inspiration so it never ends
He is not a lonely mouse. He has no need for friends.

He never leaves his melon so there is no need for keys
Next to him are zebras in a house of Edam cheese





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