This poem came out of the October 18, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from thesilentpoet regarding Elijah the prophet and Passover. It was sponsored by
zianuray and
thesilentpoet. You can find the other Monster House poems listed on the Serial Poetry page.
We were just sitting down to dinner
when a voice yelled from the front porch,
"Never mind, already, I'll open the door for myself!"
Our daughter ran to get the door.
Bemused, we followed her,
and there at our doorstep
stood a tall bearded man
wearing elegant dark clothes.
"Sorry, sir," she said.
"Naomi's house is four doors that way."
She pointed helpfully down the street.
As we returned to the kitchen,
I asked, "What was that all about?"
"Oh, we talked about Passover
in school this week, and Naomi brought in
her grandfather's seder plate for show and tell.
So we learned about Elijah and the door and the extra cup."
Then our daughter giggled.
"I didn't know Naomi was 'family' though,"
she said. "Maybe I can invite her over."
October 20 2011, 01:59:00 UTC 9 years ago
Such a great concept you took with this prompt! Usually, one of my younger sisters or I open the door for Elijah - not sure we'd have such a reaction to this.
But yeah, love the irritation of Elijah here. You visit enough houses in one night - you're bound to be. Not to mention. All that wine.
Thank you!
October 20 2011, 02:21:13 UTC 9 years ago
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October 20 2011, 02:27:55 UTC 9 years ago
Oh, very much so! Besides, I'm sure poor Elijah's had the door shut on him many times.
(My grandmother tells a story from when she was little, when she went to go open the door for Elijah, only to find her cousin on the doorstep on leave from the military. It's become a bit of family lore - we joke about opening the door for cousin [X], although I'm sure Elijah would be welcome too.)
Passover's not until April, but I'd love to print this out to bring to share at my family seder. (No electronics allowed at the seder table, after all.)
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October 20 2011, 02:39:58 UTC 9 years ago
*laugh* Wow, that's quite a family story.
>>Passover's not until April, but I'd love to print this out to bring to share at my family seder. (No electronics allowed at the seder table, after all.)<<
Go ahead! Poetry is for sharing. You might like another of my fishbowl poems: http://ysabetwordsmith.livejournal.com/172109.html
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October 20 2011, 03:28:58 UTC 9 years ago
You're welcome!
October 20 2011, 03:51:21 UTC 9 years ago
October 20 2011, 07:24:10 UTC 9 years ago
Looks like the daughter of the house has found at least two school friends she can introduce her interesting housemates to this fishbowl.
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*laugh*
October 20 2011, 15:58:10 UTC 9 years ago
October 21 2011, 00:17:29 UTC 9 years ago
And, like any good Jew, I am reminded of a story.
Abraham Horowitz was a Mossad sleeper agent. He'd been in New York for almost 20 years, waiting for the call to action. Finally, the Mossad had a task for him, and another agent was sent to give him the word.
The second agent flew to New York and took a cab to the apartment building, only to discover, to his horror, that there were three A. Horowitzes listed.
Gathering up his courage, he went to the first apartment and knocked on the door. When a man of about the right age answered, the agent asked, "Horowitz?"
"Yes," the man answered, "may I help you?"
"The oranges are ripe in Valencia."
"Nu?"
"The oranges are ripe in Valencia."
"Oh!" the man exclaimed cheerfully, "I'm Horowitz the violin teacher. You want Horowitz the spy, upstairs, 3B."
Thank you!
October 21 2011, 00:43:57 UTC 9 years ago
Yay! *happydance* I do my best to capture the flavor of other cultures when I write about them. Confirmation of accuracy is greatly appreciated!
>>"Oh!" the man exclaimed cheerfully, "I'm Horowitz the violin teacher. You want Horowitz the spy, upstairs, 3B."<<
*laugh* I love this. Thank you for sharing.