umber dreams and hollow houses
lay hushed in dusk perfumed
vines of berries choke the porches
in lightless darkling mood
resigned to strangled surrender
the bramble holds me too
holds me too
me too
wan milky breast has turned to dust
the suckling lips gone pale
bleat a quivering lullaby
the barren cradle wails
wrapped in wraithweb the rocking chair
I cannot breech the veil
breech the veil
the veil
bent willows crow in sorrowsong
the path is overgrown
ghostprints lost grow indifferent moss
to suffocate the stone
wild briars bridle ages cold
the ivy wraps these bones
wraps these bones
these bones
beetles heavy with bitter board
stand sentinel until
bequeathed to worms the ghosts are left
to linger on the hill
withered hymn of hollow houses
soul sick lyric be still
lyric be still
be still
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Author:
Heather T (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These old, abandoned houses are scattered all over in the forests of the rural countryside. I played in many as a child, which was likely not very safe. There was one in particular that I spent many hours in, reading letters left behind during World War 2.
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Comments9
I really like the echoe-verses interspersed between phrases in your fine poem, Heather. Clever, and well done!
Thank you, Louis. The echo of lives past is the song of these houses, once homes. I appreciate the well done!
Just magical - wonderful use of a great language.
I'm delighted that you found magic here, and thank you for keeping it, Michael!
Well Heather, I can see, smell, and feel these old houses in your incredible poem, this 'withered hymn of hollow houses'!!!
If you keep going like this I need to brush up on my superlative words
I love old homes, even the decrepit ones. So many stories waft from the walls, and one can't help but imagine the lost years. You can brush up on superlatives. Just make sure any expletives are properly placed, LOL! Thank you, my friend.
So evocative of brooding time when mirrored with imagery as moving as this makes such a triumph of excellent poetry. First rate writing Heather.
Thank you, dear Fay. I'd love the ability to travel to other countries where I could feel the weight of deeper ages among castles and ruins. I appreciate your eyes here.
a very creative poignant poem which will sit in my heart for a while to come. I love this little gem and it's future. Heather T, you're a star.
Good write and the verses between the stanzas work very well.
That is amazing. Again you brought me to a glorious place in my mind. You're golden 💓
I love the echoes in this its Orphic and melodious a tremendous write
chimera in its trance .
Very visual and so eloquent.
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