Dillwynia Poets
Rugged House
A Group Poem
Windows tainted, the light was bleak
Doors all opened with a crack and creak
No maids to make it shine
The spirits around the people who owned
this home
Imagine what the room will look like
All done up nice and clean
Cravings on cupboards, angels on walls
The floor discoloured
Old tiles new tiles broken tiles new
The smell of ancient days still lingers as
paint falls
Newness has dried, squarred into itself
Red yellow white blacks and blue
Secret sparkles sigh unseen
The wallpaper holds smiling eyes
And I'll make it new for you.