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This poem is spillover from the September 5, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] kelkyag. It also fills the "calm" square in my 9-1-17 card for the Pirate Fest Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] bairnsidhe. It belongs to the Monster House series.

"A Very Special Door"

In the basement of our house
lies a very special door.

It's so heavy that
I'm the only one who's
strong enough to open it.

It's as big as a barn door,
so that I can fit through it
into the part of the basement
shared with the rest of the house.

I don't go out there very often,
and even less often do I invite
anyone to come in here.

I don't need people around me
all the time like the humans do.

I'm a troll. I have my furnace
and my hot water heater and
my comfortable bed of bricks.

I like to listen, though.

The speaking tubes run
through the whole house, from
the bedrooms and hallways
down into the basement.

I can hear almost everything
that happens in our house
without needing to come out.

I like it down here.
It's quiet and calm.

I'm a troll; I don't
need much excitement.

But it's nice to listen.

* * *


"I think of human existence as being like a two-story house. On the first floor people gather together to take their meals, watch television, and talk. The second floor contains private chambers, bedrooms where people go to read books, listen to music by themselves, and so on. Then there is a basement; this is a special place, and there are a number of things stored here. We don’t use this room much in our daily life, but sometimes we come in, vaguely hang around the place. Then, my thought is that underneath that basement room is yet another basement room. This one has a very special door, very difficult to figure out, and normally you can’t get in there—some people never get in at all. . . . You go in, wander about in the darkness, and experience things there you wouldn’t see in the normal parts of the house. You connect with your past there, because you have entered into your own soul. But then you come back. If you stay over there for long you can never get back to reality. My sense is that a novelist is someone who can consciously do that sort of thing."
Matthew Strecher, The Forbidden Worlds of Haruki Murakami

See the exterior basement door and the interior barn-style door.

Speaking tubes are often fancy in upstairs hallways or rooms, but plain down in the basement.

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Date: 2017-12-19 08:37 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] bairnsidhe
I like the Troll. I'd probably be inclined to sit with a book by the speaking tube upstairs and read the funny bits out lout to him, as I do when the family is sitting reading together. Parallel play can be lots of fun, and useful when someone doesn't want/can't be physically present. I used to Skype with my Dad when he was traveling, not to talk, but both of us reading books and occasionally sharing parts with each other.

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Date: 2017-12-20 01:52 am (UTC)
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