There is a house
by Devon E Mattys
There is a house on Ashbrook Street
Beyond the bend and out of sight
Where all the secrets that we keep
Lie with the lies of the past.
Under ash and algae stains,
Decades of decay and blight,
The barbs of time, once sharp, remain
Somehow whetted by their rust.
And roaming those unhallowed halls,
By dusty day and moldy night,
Are all the memories I can’t recall
And one that I once loved the most.
Oh specters, show yourselves to me,
That I may all the wrongs make right.
There is a house on Ashbrook Street.
And though it violates a mother’s trust,
I am headed there tonight.
Posted on 04/13/2019
Copyright © 2019 Devon E Mattys
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/13/19 at 04:50 PM|
Devon, fascinating! The images and your words are so very evocative. You had my imagination whirling and me wanting to see and enter that house but also being afraid of it. I've been in those houses full of the dark past and although it is beneficial not to forget my mistakes etc. I don't want to dwell there for very long. This might not be what you were getting at in your poem, but it is one of the gifts I got from it. Thanks so much Devon.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/20/19 at 12:26 PM|
Spooky...sense a touch of Poe throughout. Well done sir!