A Decaying House
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Quatrain
A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables.
In my youth, I found a decaying house,
and ignored the whispers; it was haunted.
Its rotten porch and roof were in shambles,
but lots of fun things were left unwanted.
Every kid knows, nothing's more alluring
than an old building with an unlocked door.
I couldn't wait to bust out a window,
this was my opportunity to score.
I'd spend hours searching through the rubble,
providing days of exploring pleasure.
And I was never bored with playing there,
to preteens, such finds are a rare treasure.
Ferns flourished where a rose garden once grew,
yielding a spring crop of fiddlehead.
And a white rosette-shaped trellis lays broken,
jutting out, like the bleached bones of the dead.
(Quatrain)
07/14/2020
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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