My Grandfathers Legacy
Madison belonged to my grandfather
a decaying house a legacy left by him to me.
As I approached her I could see a part of the roof
was dangling on one side
like a lopsided grin she greeted me.
Her body looked poisoned
with green moss growing all over
The bloodless creepers like veins clung
as if it were choking the very life out of her.
She looked lifeless and damp like a broken body.
She stood high on a hill she had a full view of the valley.
As I reached her, I could hear her whispers
like silent screams, letting off steam
I stood still seeping in her beauty
which once she used to be,
it was a shame now the frame that greeted me.
The windows looked like small eyes
peeping out of the creepers and staring down at me.
I drove my car into her porch
which was covered in weeds
looking like a hairy chest to me.
I fumbled to unlock the great oak door
which still had a shine
like glossy lips, they were inviting me.
I stepped into the house and saw
my favourite staircase as a child
which I used like a slide, bringing back fond memories.
I slowly limped up the creaky stairs
the dust was thick and made me feel quite sick.
I turned to my right and entered
a bedroom nice and bright
a rosette mirror that belonged to my grandma
looked back,I looked a sight as she hung prettily,
I left the room and climbed down the stairs gingerly.
I exited from the back door into the garden
whose grass had grown like a little boy
to a grown man like me.
There were ferns on each side
which looked like hedges
I turned the corner as she stood now quietly
looking at her new owner,
to bring her back to her former glory.
19.07.2020
Decaying House.
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