Anisha Dutta Poet Free verse

House of Grandma

HOUSE OF GRANDMA

         Huge house of Grandma once in grandeur and pomp
                                 ran full of kin, cousin, relatives.
         The staircase leading  to roof had a beautiful banister
                 The residence was my birthplace.
                     
            So far, I remember on my visit, when I was four
            Grandma put a flyer under the porch of the house.
            Flyer was a dazzling golden satin designed by herself
           with sparkling spangles and red rosette at corners
                        showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
            
      Onward whenever I visited, I saw that hanging in same gorgeous glow.
                  She died when I was seventeen.
                 I reminisce her deep affection
                 
          After fifty years I revisited the decaying house
                     now left under caretaker.
            Door window in broken condition: Rusted latch in gate.
               Garden Once  bloomed mostly in white flowers
                      spreading pellucid placid calmness
                now full of feral ferns, wild weeds, thorny bushes.
                  
              Most expected scenario. I was not shocked yet sighed.
                      Whelmed to see the flyer still hanging
                      and shows ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
                            Gentle zephyr whispers.
      .                     
           Sun rays making network of shadows through cracked lattice.
                          Flyer though pale, dusty, bland,
                           spangles still in shimmering sheen.
                                                     
                  The decaying house welcomed me
                           though Grandma had left.
                                                                    I wept.                                                                                    
                               

  07/18/20
                                                                          Second Place

   'Decaying House' Contest by Constance La France

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Aditi Mishra July 27, 2020 at 5:07 AM Your muse moves my emotions so much. This is a complete journey I experienced with your touching memories. Congratulations on your win. Blessings and love :) Anisha Dutta July 27, 2020 at 11:00 AM Thanks n Blessing

Constance La France July 25, 2020 at 9:40 AM Anisha, congratulations on your win in my decaying house contest with this wonderful write _Constance

William Kelii Kekaula July 22, 2020 at 4:27 PM Fantastic write of love enduring, Anisha, and know that you are still loved, blessings for your honorable win my friend, prayers -- Aloha~@William

Jan Allison July 19, 2020 at 4:17 PM such a moving piece with excellent imagery,many congratulations on your win Anisha, hugs Jan xx

Arturo Michael July 18, 2020 at 1:08 PM A lovely experience expressed here...Well done Anisha Dutta July 21, 2020 at 8:49 PM Thanks Artruo. Blessings