with a doorbell
pulled
I remember
you
always there
thoughts
tarnished brass
etched
upon childhood
above
Oregon grape
twisted
chords together
chimes
toll time
notes
love letters
symbols
cracked silence
rings
an open door
invites
embrace acceptance
belonging
like a doorbell
Grandma
I hear.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt: Day Twenty-Two: “This prompt … has the beauty of simplicity – but also the problems of simplicity, in that you really can’t sum up a culture in a single image or item, and you risk cliché if you try…. Following Poets & Writers’ prompt, today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem … underscores the strength of metonymy in poetry … that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.”