The house, positioned randomly
At a squat, awkward angle to the road
Isn’t the prettiest sight
I could have hoped for
And yet, it looks like home
Three steps rising to a porch
That looks like a wart
Incongruous and ugly
Slapped on in a fit of
‘well, the neighbours have one’ pique
and wide, sightless eyes of windows
too much glass
in a pale face of peeling, cracking,
***** white weatherboarding
and yet, it pulls me in
invitingly beguiling
in a hideous, ill-at-ease
kinda way
old lady roses on the hallway walls
faded carpets, bare at thresholds
worn by old lady slippers
and too much pacing
and still, I venture onwards
wrapping around myself a cloak
a warm, comfort of ages
cosy in the past laughter
of fuss-less lives
simply living
a simple life
unremarked upon
by any measure of glory
some houses have a way
of turning nothing into everything
and making it sparkle
with special grace
this home, this house
has waited for me
and, while waiting,
has given itself over
unselfish and whole
to the lives of others.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
The house, positioned randomly
At a squat, awkward angle to the road
Isn’t the prettiest sight
I could have hoped for
And yet, it looks like home
Three steps rising to a porch
That looks like a wart
Incongruous and ugly
Slapped on in a fit of
‘well, the neighbours have one’ pique
and wide, sightless eyes of windows
too much glass
in a pale face of peeling, cracking,
***** white weatherboarding
and yet, it pulls me in
invitingly beguiling
in a hideous, ill-at-ease
kinda way
old lady roses on the hallway walls
faded carpets, bare at thresholds
worn by old lady slippers
and too much pacing
and still, I venture onwards
wrapping around myself a cloak
a warm, comfort of ages
cosy in the past laughter
of fuss-less lives
simply living
a simple life
unremarked upon
by any measure of glory
some houses have a way
of turning nothing into everything
and making it sparkle
with special grace
this home, this house
has waited for me
and, while waiting,
has given itself over
unselfish and whole
to the lives of others.
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