Faces

a Lunatic Sonnet

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I moved into an older house last year.
Soon after, faces started to appear.
The first one oddly stared from wood veneer —
I chuckled at our mutual rapport.
I wandered room to room and spotted more.
They hid in textured walls and peered from floors.
Some gazed from bathroom sinks, their marbled eyes
not seeing much. I shuddered, do they try?
New kitchen counter tops I planned to buy,
and browsed all samples of mosaic stone.
I chose a pattern where a face was shown —
ensuring that I’d never dine alone.

To my delight, new counter tops now sport
companions of the most peculiar sort.

Inspired by Billy Collins’ poem, “Creatures”.