Jo Hayton Poet I do not know?

House On the Hill

I may have beckoned it
This appearance of delay
My body's dire need
To morph itself into a frozen footstep


So quiet
It does not leave a print
Still and unbroken
I don't want the world

I want only you
Not the disturbance
Nor the confusion
Of what is out there


In our own little world
You have the relic
Stamped seventeen
Playing in the garden we know so well

But there's a house up there
Up on a hill
That takes my bridal dress
And rips it in two

That drags me begging 
And screaming
Into a room
Where I am taken from you

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