Crystol Woods Poet Rhyme

The House

The white shades pulled to half mast, 
like sleepy eyes…
Peeking

Rain from the gutters rushing fast, 
Seems to be…
Weeping

Doors locked, none shall pass, 
All your secrets…
  Keeping

A revelation at last, 
 buried bones that were…
Sleeping

A light flickers on,  a gasp,
Starts your heart…
Beating

The souls you've amassed,
 ghosts through rooms…
Creeping

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Paula Goldsmith June 21, 2025 at 9:08 AM "The House" is a creative/fun write. I really enjoyed reading it. "Good Luck" if for a contest. Have a lovely weekend writing away......... Crystol Woods June 21, 2025 at 9:38 AM Thank you

Andrea Dietrich June 21, 2025 at 8:27 AM Oh my. This is good for a haunted house. Really cool lines. What inspired it! Crystol Woods June 21, 2025 at 9:34 AM Thanks! I saw a house on someone's fb that looked spooky and the First line described the windows... it did look like eyes that were peeking out from droopy lids...xo