Sunday, March 17, 2013

Derelict House (England)

The disused rake beside the wall
Sheds red leaves of autumn rust.
The lawn, once flattened, now grows wild
Hiding the spring's unfettered lust.

From this jungle arise the vines
Strangling the garden gate.
Ivy and rose assault the bricks,
Reach the windows, transmigrate.

The musty rooms ooze necrosis;
Cracks prise apart the crumbling walls.
The wood-beams creak: a rivulet
Runs into the entrance hall.

Imprisoned flies buzz round the panes.
Their dead ancestors heap the floor.
A creeper skirts the gravel path
And circumnavigates the door.

In the weeds a fountain-Cupid
Stands, choked to the draining-grate.
Stifled are the blind boy's tears
For summers gone. Alas, too late.


  1. I like the poem. Abandoned homes is a great metaphor for so much of what we neglect in our lives.

    My fave line > Their dead ancestors heap the floor.

    Thanks for sharing,

    1. ... and thank you for the kind comment, Eden.

  2. Only beautiful and most must surely come from the romantic 'British Poets' of the 19th Century - I'm guessing Lord Byron or John Keats. All of those guys were my college buddies - talk about wordsmiths! You follow in their line. Great writing, buddy.

    One of my contemporaries, poet and essayist in US, Ted Kooser, writes some lovely poems - yours reminded me a bit of his "Abandoned Farmhouse." Kooser was Poet Laureate consultant to the Library of Congress in 2004-2006... Check his website out if you're interested.

    1. I confess to a weakness for the Romantic Poets - particularly Keats and (some of) Wordsworth. Those guys knew a thing or two about the beauty of words and their power to move us. I will indeed check out Ted Kooser, thank you for the recommendation.

  3. Most beautiful and evocative... You are descended from Lord Byron or John Keats: which one???

  4. Keats, I think/hope. David Braddock is more likely to be descended from Byron ... :)