In shuddered, soul surrendering
the house had opened wide,
to drink the dreams of open sky
and taste the fears of night.
In charred and coloured falling,
the walls had held some shape,
and in the creepered whisper,
time held it all in state.
As brick and timber weakened,
the form was drawn apart,
reduced to sundered being;
no certainty held fast.
In silhouette of dreaming,
its sadness shadowed hope
and showed the touch ephemeral
of tired and tremulous bones.
Decay bequeathed its sorrow,
and drew deep lines of loss,
yet opened heart to all that was;
displayed on death's dark cross.
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I liked the personification. Excellente write. Great line work and pace. Reads superb aloud. i really enjoyed this/
ReplyDeleteThanks Henry. By the way, could you see the image? Mary could not. I can see it on my blog.
DeleteThe sadness and hopelessness within your poem is palpable! (I don't know if it is just my computer issue...but I could not see the picture you used.)
ReplyDeleteMary, I can see the photo on my page. I wonder if Henry saw it. Thanks for your comment.
DeleteHa, I visited a second time today; and now the photo is there. Odd. Your poem IS beautiful.
Deletewow....bleak....great use of language and imagery to set that tone....cant see the pic either...in silouquette of dreaming, cool line that....
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian. Would you mind having another look. I was trying to do it the easy way and copied the pic over and I have now replaced it with an insert.
Deletethe walls had held some shape,
ReplyDeleteand in the creepered whisper,
time held it all in state. - beautiful.
It seems most of the poems about Sue's photos are dark. I wonder if Brian chose dark for a reason. Well penned.
ReplyDeleteStark and foreboding, yet with a surreal beauty.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much,drew deep lines of loss yet opened heart to all that was-beautiful. Thank you.Came by from dVerse Poetics
ReplyDeleteSoul surrendering…creepered whisper…sundered being…tremulous bones…you’ve managed a sad and bleak pictured of the dishevelled house, yet somehow your poem, visually stands up straight and strong. A very fine piece.
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