The winds
of Heaven
like God’s wrath
storm through
the abandoned house
fragile now
in its emptiness
only a shell
doors opened bang shut
in a gruff voice
a rag doll
huddled in a corner
tries to still
smile
a love letter
read in the wind’s sarcastic laughter
wanders through
room after room
like an old ghost
Spiders crawl
down sinks
batten down the hatches
something stinks
all the little
human touches
only look ridiculous
as all hell is let loose
on this stupid habitation
that still clings
to the word
home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like this and how you conjur up the lost humanness of the house. My mind clung to this for days afterwards as your images were blown about in my mind just like in the poem...it haunted me. love Debbie Debs