The abandoned house
sits dark, empty and alone;
barred and bolted.
slowly disintegrating.
The owners left suddenly
in the middle of the night
many years ago.
They say the house holds spirits
from a violent past.
After many years of neglect
the house is exposed and vulnerable.
There are cracks and holes
and the paint is peeling.
It is marked and scarred
by age and the elements.
Yet, those cracks and holes
are openings;
light kisses the corners,
condensation dots the windows
and starburst moss and mould infiltrate.
Hope glimmers.
The foundation still stands,
sunken but strong.
The abandoned house has been seen.
The boards will soon come off
and the light will stream in once again.
It will be rebuilt and refurbished,
loved and cared for
the way it always should have been.
This house will become a home.
What a beautiful story of glimmering hope and renewal and the light is already kissing the corners in preparation for the light that will soon stream in again. I especially love the last image with the red bricks.
Thank you, Sandra, as always for your kind words.
This is great Kim. You have some beautiful poetic phrasing here; ‘light kisses the corners’, ‘hope glimmers’ – I see the images of each clearly in my mind’s eye. I’m glad you tried this. Hope you impressed yourself with this budding new talent.
Beautiful words adding depth to beautiful images, Kim.