|Jan Kanty Maszkowski - The house of cards|
"This is the house that Jack built . . . "
We played War, of course, slapping our cards down
and scooping up the higher card winnings.
We could have any number of players,
but mostly split one rummy deck in two
for never-ending one-on-one contests.
Monopoly seemed endless, too. Hours
would pass in bargaining, buying, selling
and hoarding dice until we made forced trades.
But the game that trumped all the others in
frustration and often led to punching
and tears was The Last Word, a game consisting of
echoing a sibling, repeating last words
ad nauseum, as horrid as tickling.
Stop, Stop! was met by (Stop Stop!) in singsong,
and longer sentences (like this one), were
met by (like this one were met by)—
in mocking tones (in mocking tones)—
and then came laughter and finger pointing.
Heightened color and fast heartbeat were signs
of investment in hardened solo joy.
Creative play, they say, replaces these
games with more cooperative models—
like building a fragile house of cards that
makes us tiptoe toward less warlike joys.
For Sumana's prompt:
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ War and Peace
*"House of cards" is also an expression that dates back to 1645 meaning a structure or argument built on a shaky foundation or one that will collapse if a necessary (but possibly overlooked or unappreciated) element is removed. "
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