Ivy climbs the warty pebbledash,
gutters and drainpipes clamour with leaves
whilst the garden has crumbled
into nettles and thorns and the clutter
that cluttered inside the walls once:
broken cabinets, broken ceramics,
and the window panes are shattered,
the rooms gutted, the doors unhinged and
the ceilings are a mess of moss and mould.
Home is where the heart is.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
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