Transcript MORNING IN THE BURNED HOUSE By Margaret Attwood In the house I am eating breakfast.

MORNING IN THE BURNED
HOUSE
By Margaret Attwood
In the
house
I am eating breakfast
You
understand:
There is no house,
breakfast,
Yet here
? I am.
The spoon which was melted
scrapes against
The bowl which was melted
Where have they gone to?
brother
mother
Off along the shore, perhaps
sister
father
brother sister
mother father
shore shore shore shore shore
Their clothes are still on the
Hangers
Their dishes piled beside the
sink
With it’s grate and sooty kettle,
Which is beside the woodstove
Every detail
clear.
Tin Cup
The day is bright, and
songless??
the birds
are..
The lake is blue
The forest watchful
Rises
bread
In
the like
eastdark
a bank
of cloud
I can see the swirls in the oilcloth
floors
those flares where the
hits them
glass
sun
I
Arms Arms
I
Or know if it’s a trap or blessing
Trap
Blessing
Finding myself back here,
where everything
In this house has
long
been over
Kettle
Mirror
Spoon
Bowl
Body
Including the body I had then
Including the
I have now
As I sit at this morning
u
table,
Alone
Bare child’s feet
grubby
In my burning
yellow
Thin green
Holding my
Radiant flesh.
, non-existant