plain quartet
Looking for a tree.
a dark spark
golden wing
our gable roof had passed us.
the sky seems gloomy.
Down my childhood memory lane, the Rainbow villa,
Looking ornate with ROSETTE for the jocund ceremony,
Myriad exotic FERNS swaying in the flamboyant GARDEN
A lofty PORCH with majestic chairs for the exalted circle,
The august front DOOR with the texture of rose wood grey,
An oaken STAIRCASE slithered like a creeper from the top,
The robust HOUSE having an antique style of gable ROOF,
Often gets into my dreams as it is my profound memory.
The ambiance of the splendid portrait lost its charisma.
With a sigh, I was passing by and overheard WHISPERS.
Out of curiosity, peeped through the gorge of saggy WINDOW.
The same old couple is still getting on and least bothered as
Their sober memories are fresh and hovering like a rainbow.
Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Placed : 2nd
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