old house (Remove filter)
the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
the tattered old man on Christmas Eve
snow was falling hard
as the old man struggled
through the deep drifts
on the country road
light shone from a
a farmhouse window
the old man smiled seeing the glow
it was a candle
the widowed mother had placed there
nightly since last Christmas Eve
a year ago
a man was found
frozen along this s...
Tuesday 14th December 2021 5:22 pm
Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
6 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Stopping the Cuts
17 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on According to the poet
17 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
22 hours ago
David RL Moore on The nutritional value of a bullet
1 day ago
David RL Moore on According to the poet
1 day ago
John Coopey on HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on According to the poet
1 day ago