Monday Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is “shivers”. Brrr. In the little house on the prairie of my childhood, there was no heat in the upstairs. Our word today --“shivers” -- reminds me of those nightly scurries from the downstairs by the pot-bellied stove up the stairs to bed on a cold winter night. The memory inspires a poem of shivers in exactly 44 words. Submitted to dVerse 1/24/22
Remembering the shivers,
running up the stairs
to my bed, diving under
the covers and putting
my feet on the warmed
brick mother had put
at the foot of my bed
between flannel sheets
under the quilts and comforters
made from worn-out coats.
Oh... this brought back memories, but for me it was a bottle with warm water inside a sock...
ReplyDeleteYou've captured that memory so well--and the warmth in spite of the cold.
ReplyDeleteThe memories can never drift away, and can warm, too, in other ways...
ReplyDeleteFor a poem about shivers, I got very warm and comforted by reading your shared memory. My gramma had a thick feather tick she tucked us in under. No brick, but I do remember rough wool blankets. My cousin and I slept in the same bed there which must have helped some with the shared warmth.
ReplyDeletewhat a delightful childhood memory ...
ReplyDeleteNostalgia. Your winter scenery is distant to a sunny island gal like me. But oh such beauty in you poetic memoir.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my blog
Much love...
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ReplyDeleteThose will keep me warm indeed. Thanks for sharing Bev!
ReplyDeleteFantastic image of yesteryear. I used to use a hot water bottle between the futons in my thatched-hut in rural Japan, with no heat, no running water and no neighbors within sight. Lots of animals. Your image helped me recall. "Warm Brick" -- loved it.
ReplyDeleteThe best. Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother talked of a warm brick in the horse-drawn buggy as well...warm memories :)
ReplyDeleteA great poem of cold nostalgia, Beveryly. I remember some of those thing s growing up.
ReplyDeleteThis warmed my heart, Bev....and I will no longer complain of any chilly nights in bed.
ReplyDeleteAh! The warmth of those memories would warm any heart, Bev!
ReplyDeleteWe still have special pillows that we heat up in the microwave - my daughter (almost 7-yrs-old) loves them!
ReplyDeleteThis is very sweet, Bev.
-David [ben Alexander]
I wonder what my mother would have thought of pillows in a microwave to warm a cold bed! Sometimes it boggles my mind to consider the changes I have seen in my lifetime. Thanks for your comment, David.
Deletebrilliant Bev - such memories for us of the pre-centrally heated generation
ReplyDeleteI can feel the chill of it Bev - perfectly captured.
ReplyDeleteEvokes my childhood and the humility of life as struggle yet life as normal without all the mod expectations, worn out coats recycled I well remember - happy memories.
ReplyDeleteThe bedcovers are indeed a refuge on a winter's night.
ReplyDeleteI remember the time when I used to love the hot water-packs tucked under the pillow,on which I'd rest my head and feel warmth...beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI think those of us lucky enough to have a warm home tend to take it for granted, but I did grow up in a very cold house, and really came to value my hot water bottle as a result!
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