The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.
This weeks words are:
tangle, surface, call, back, deep, room, kisses, edge, sense, sketches, silhouette, windswept
Haunted by Clichés
Silhouetted on a windswept hill,
Surrounded by a tangle of brambles,
The house stands clearly ill-kept
A sense of neglect,
A dark, foreboding, shambles.
You get a sense…
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Stop a minute.
Was it always this way?
Could it once have been a home?
When did the rooms fill with dust
And lethargic but hairy spiders?
When did the music just stop?
(Or, if not stop, at least move
To dramatic organ chords.)
When did the laughter stop?
The love and hugs and kisses?
Did a family live here back then,
Back when it was not so dark.
Were there gardens? A park?
Did the trees echo with the calls
Of birds and not bats. And children
Playing, running, sketching, giggling.
Beneath the niggling surface lies…what?
Deep, dark secrets perhaps?
But do they survive the sunrise,
When the sun edges over the horizon?
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Such a smooth flowing poem from the word list...
ReplyDeleteyes this poem really moves along
ReplyDeletevery thoughtful and touching images in this - Why do we neglect?
ReplyDeleteI like to ponder such things. We do live with the ghosts of the past.
ReplyDeleteNice rhyming: 'brambles' and 'shambles'! And lovely speculations about the derelict house.
ReplyDeleteA lovely shift in focus...
ReplyDeleteIt’s heartbreaking to feel the warmth and joy slowly fade away. The vibrant colours of happiness have gently dulled, and the echoes of laughter and affection have become distant memories...
ReplyDeleteso true. as time passes, things fade into obscurity, like they were never there at all, but they did at some point.
ReplyDeleteWell done, me lad!! Take care. :)
ReplyDeleteHmm...maybe the children grew up and found houses of their own, and never bothered to put the parents' house up for sale? I wish we had a healthier cliche in the US but I think that's one of our dominant ones.
ReplyDeletePris cilla King