In an empty house

Reversing time.

Out of the ground the broken stones rise

they are drawn together.

Reaching skywards

forming an imposing shadow.

Wild grasses which have made his place their playground shrink away

even the thorned brambles retreat.

Frightened, the badger fills in his set

the space is divided, into upper and lower.

Shattered slates assemble

jigsaw like

they shield the sun bleached beams.

Swallows take apart their nests one twig at a time

they leave for warmer skies.

The cracked plaster is smoothed over

damp wallpaper begins to straighten.

As it dries

the faded flowers bloom.

The spiders unweave their webs, gathering the spin silk

and disapperaing into the unlit corners.

Windows are shut baring the wind

which once danced

from room

to room.

From the sills the dust unsettles its self

its twisting flight the only movement in an empty house.

Reviews

[thepurpleirises]

I honestly love this poem. It's a great read.

I love your choice of words. It seems to perfectly fit in. The adjectives are just brilliant. :)

However, this lacks a rhythm, according to me. Perhaps you could work on that?

Altogether, amazing. Keep it up. :)

[Edward Lancheister]

well written with an excellent flow blended rhyme along line by line make an exquisite readable

thanks for share