Permanent ResidenceA Poem by haparanda66
we have been corralled at last
We have been corralled at last,
ring-fenced by this box of a house
that attempts to soothe our pacing
with low murmurs of 'settle down, settle down'
So we try, to some extent, camping out in the lounge,
the other rooms feeling oddly superfluous.
We buy towels for the bathroom,
a plant for the hall and yet
the house yells 'temporary' to all who step within.
Our roots it seems, are not as strong as we had hoped
our ability to settle has thumbed a lift
on some random passing bus
leaving only dust and restlessness in its wake
© 2012 haparanda66
kingswinford, west midlands, United Kingdom
AboutMy name is Shelley ,I have always written to some extent. seem to be leaning toward poetry at moment. In my other existance I am a nurse , wife , mother of three. Just like to share and get back some .. more..