Soul of the House

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SOUL OF THE HOUSE

Poem from Anthology not winning trophy

No. 1286

Contest by Brian Strand

Palatial building of my Grandma, once in grandeur and pomp
            ran full of kith -kin -cousins on extended family.

         The staircase leading to roof with shiny banister
                 on polished brass coating attracted all visitors.
        Any one ever met Grandma got charmed with her pleasing persona.
                    The residence was my birthplace.
                     
               So far, I remember on my  visit, when I was four,
                   Grandma put a flyer under porch of the house.
                      Flyer was a dazzling golden satin cloth
                  designed and stitched by herself with sparkling red spangles 
                        showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’
                     
      Onward whenever I visited, I saw that flyer in same gorgeous glow.
                  She died when I was seventeen.
                      And that was my last visit on her cremation.
                 
                   After sixty years I revisited the decaying house.
                  Doors ,windows almost in broken condition:
                            Rusted creaky latch in gate.
               Garden Once bloomed mostly in white fragrant flowers
                      spreading pellucid placid calmness,
                            now , no remnants left.
               It is full of feral ferns, wild weeds and thorny bushes.
                  
              Most unexpected scenario : I was not shocked yet sighed.
                Whelmed to see the dusty bland flyer still hanging
                   and showing  ‘Welcome Little Princess’.
               Spangles embedded on pale flyer still in shimmering sheen.
             That four year old pretty princess now approaching eighty.

             Sun rays are making network of shadows through cracked lattice .
                         The abandoned house greeted me
                     through zephyr whispering ‘ Welcome home.’
                        I felt  warmth of the soul of empty house.
                           Tears rolled down my cheeks.
                                     I didn’t wipe off the flow but silently wept.

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