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.