poetry

Poem: The House on the Hill

abandonedhouse

The house on the hill

is enclosed by

a wall of

hundred year old evergreens

that carry secrets in

the conspiratory rustle

of their needles,

that dance in the

eerie howl of

the autumn wind.

 

The house on the hill

is engulfed in

climbing vines that

are beginning to

smother it.

The wild roses

creep towards it,

their thorns carrying a

warning for anyone who

gets too close.

 

The house on the hill

has been empty for

some time but it still

remembers the elegant

dinners and lavish

parties that were held

in its depths,

carrying on until

long past sunrise.

 

The house on the hill

is covered in a fine layer

of dust and grime,

having been abandoned

and forgotten

many years ago.

It is still.

It is lonely.

It is waiting.

3 thoughts on “Poem: The House on the Hill”

  1. Really loved how well this was written. I also loved eerie picture that went along with it. Nice job! You’ve got my follow. Check out my comedy blog and give it a follow if you like it

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