Darkly House
The house on the edge of Darkly Wood,
though ruined forty years or more
still shows its lights on moonless nights
where there never were any before.
They think it’s prank by local lads
who want to scare their sweethearts
but you tell me how they put one now
in a tower collapsed into parts.
‘A trick of the light’ the new priest said
on a visit to see the beams
but his face want as pale as a ship’s white sail
and he couldn’t deny the screams.
No-one goes to the house any more
not man nor beast nor dog nor brother
only a girl with a trailing axe
who cries over and over for mother.
4 comments:
And she is not being entirely logical too. But children seldom are. or rather: they have their own logic, which does not quite belong to our sphere.
One always desires the absent parent :)
Oh, I have been so far behind and missed so much. This is brilliant.
Thank you :)
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