The Crooked House

The Crooked House

A Poem by Zoe

My hands are cold, my face is bruised,

My clothes and shoes are torn.

As I have reached yet so far,

On the way that i had sworn.


Carrying nothing but a drawing,

Of a crooked house, that i had made.

After my dreams tested my patience,

Showing me this house, nightly, to locate.


I had the feeling as if,

There was something for me in there.

Thousands of voices calling out my name,

Who knows, this house'll make me a millionaire!


In sheer greed I am here with the drawing in my hand,

Raised up to meet my eye-level.

As I lower my hand to look around,

The sight of the same house gives me a tremble.


Each step gets me closer to the house,

The same voices filling my ears.

My hands shake as i open the iron gates,

I deem my end is near.


I find myself lucky enough,

To be alive while entering the house.

For I just had a near escape,

From the gates that were forcing me out.


And as I enter the house,

The darkness of hell surrounds me.

The only thing that keeps me going further,

Is a streak of light far-away which I see.


Careful with each step I finally reach the room,

From where the streak of light seems to come.

Standing at the open door, staring inside in utter disbelief,

Is my first reaction to the sight of my dead dad and mum.


Dressed all in white, glowing from head to toe,

They take a step in my direction.

I feel scared and try to move back,

But the thing that holds me in place is their affection.


Just an inch away from me they stand,

I can smell the scent of my parents.

I vaguely remember their faces,

For when they left me i was barely seven.


Few moments later my mother starts talking to me,

In an eerie voice I've never heard.

The lines she says, leave me in confusion,

Since they contain the following words:


"Darling! Good to see you after a long time,

You haven't even changed a bit.

Audacious enough to have reached this house,

The only thing you lack is wit.


Oh, sweety! I hope you haven't forgotten,

The warning that we gave you before leaving for this house.

In greed we set off with some empty bags,

At night when you just began to drowse.


We shook you to senses and said with heavy words:

Honey, we'd have to leave you alone for sometime,

Don't be scared while we're away,

Cause when we return you'll no longer wear these clothes of grime.


In case we don't return,

Within the next ten days,

Beware of a crooked house that might,

Lure you into searching for its way."


Now my father begins-''Oh dear, it seems as if,

You were half-asleep when we warned you.

In greed and hunger you've reached here,

What will happen next, you haven't got a clue."


He barely finishes the sentence,

When two hands grab my foot from behind.

They pull me down and take me away from my parents,

Who ignore me and stand there as blinds.


After, what it seems, a year I open my eyes,

And look around to find myself lying on a bed.

I see my ghostly parents by my side and beg them not to kill me,

When they say in a frightening whisper-"Baby, you're already dead."






© 2017 Zoe



Author's Note

Zoe
I'd like to tell you that I sought the inspiration for this poem from the music video of the popular song 'Faded' by Alan Walker. I just wanted to put forward my thoughts regarding the video so I chose to present them in a rather cool way. The poem also tells that greed is often fatal. I hope you like it. Please review...

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It's a very elaborate poem, much like a story. However, I find it a bit lacking in rhythm, I think the rhymes are excellent but the absence of a pattern slightly distracting, and I think that the story would be presented in a better way if there was a more regular pattern. But maybe that's just me, I'm not used to read poems like this.

I truly admire your talent for telling a story in such a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing.

// O

Posted 8 Months Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

8 Months Ago

I agree with you. There is an absence of pattern. This was my first attempt at writing a poem actual.. read more



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wonderful.....write...keep up the good spirit

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Thank you, Wajiha :)
If I was not so big and scary, these words might once have served to scare me. Indeed I'm sure they would have done just that when I was young and small and flat..........N

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

2 Months Ago

Hehe. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing :)
Scared me! Like a gothic nightmare. Parents come back from the dead- yikes! Dark, macabre imagery paints this horrific morality tale..eloquent with good flow and rhyme...poor girl! The syllable count needs tweaking, other than that-Excellent!

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

3 Months Ago

Thank you so very much for your time and review. I appreciate it!
Omg!! This is just excellent!! And Faded is my fav song!! I absolutely love it!! The poem was impressive as always...I loved this..I must tell, you've got such a lovely talent.. keep writing :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

3 Months Ago

Thank you so very much ^_^
Sofia

3 Months Ago

Most welcome :)
Faded- one of my fav. song...leave it...your poem is great...am surprised to see your talent..I must learn from you some techniques to write...keep it up, dear.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

3 Months Ago

Aw, you already write really well :) thank you so much for your kind words
Priyanshi

3 Months Ago

My pleasure, dear.
Again, great poem, but sentences like "As I have reached yet so far", get in the way sometimes. You've got a couple extra commas as well. Great job though :)

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

3 Months Ago

Yeah, I get it. Thanks so much for reading!
Loved this it was eery haunting scary beautiful and thought provoking I'm still thinking about it you are a great poet x

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much!
Wow! The first lines already made me want to go on reading. I couldn't stop til the end. I had to know what was going on. This piece is great and proves your ability to catch the readers attention. Absolutely well done!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

4 Months Ago

Thank you so very much!
zoe...it doesnt look like a 14 yr old has written this poem....such a talented girl you are..keep it up.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

4 Months Ago

Oh, thank you so much for your kind words :)
I really wish I could lay out stories and scenes in poetic flair... Alas, this is a talent, and one you seem to have in spades... Dressed in all-white, from head to toe... You are already dead, aha... Good stuff... Nicely penned...

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Zoe

4 Months Ago

Ha, and I wish I could pen down some intricate stuff...like you do, great talent indeed...which you .. read more
Silente

4 Months Ago

Let us trade skillz, eh, we would probably wish for the return of our side of the hill, hah... You a.. read more
Zoe

4 Months Ago

I concur...xD...Thanks again!

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