I haven't talked at all about how I'm working on these poems. I'm reading one chapter of The Haunting of Hill House each morning. At some point I sit down and write about the chapter using quotes from the book.
In theory these poems will track the narrative. Though I think they will probably just track the creepiness of the world Shirley Jackson created.
Blue Room Green Room
Stillness is a vial
of thick cloudy liquid
There is no evidence that this
belongs to the rest of the world
It can hear us
Don't be so afraid all the time
it's altogether Victorian
The sound of glass breaking
the clouds no longer suspended
they ooze along the floor
Do you have an Aunt
a comic Uncle?
Was there always a bull in a field?
The blue figured paper
twitches in the dimming light
Stillness seeps into the floorboards
What fun it would be
to stand out there and watch it burn down