Jan Hansen Poet Sonnet

The Lonely Cabin

The lonely cabin

I knocked on the door of the small cottage
the window steamed up I drew a childish picture
faces of children, that when the sun came erased 
the drawings and, I thought of childhood.
My brother had lived here, his children refused
gave the cottage to be a gesture of goodwill.
I knocked on the door; it fell in a cloud of dust
the cabin was empty a floorboard creaked in pain
unused being walked on.
I turned to leave, the door arose and blocked my way
I promised the cottage, a man from the village
will come and paint inside and outside I will
move in here with my dog. 
The cottage relented, door and window opened 
letting in fresh air and sunlight.

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Sally Eslinger January 22, 2022 at 3:15 AM Hello Ian. Nice to meet you through this memorable story sonnet. I so like sonnets. Here your pen is special, finely handling its task in a smooth flow of rhythm carrying the dramatic details. I’m eager to read more of your work. Good day!