51, Jelliman Ave
51, Jelliman Ave Look – there’s the veranda where we sat, with our cats and our dogs, surrounding the lounge where we had all our parties. Here is the dining room ants ate the sugar. Here is the kitchen spaghetti trials on the ceiling. Look down the long hall with its’ polished wood floor, […]
This house
This house was never Uncle Jack’s who swallowed his dog’s distemper powders instead of Cephos nor was it Auntie Gwen’s where a battery wireless was switched on for the weather at twenty-five-past six. This house is a non-aunt non-uncle house. It doesn’t have bison painted on its walls or pterodactyl screeching overhead. It does have […]
Des res
Des res A fine house, red brick, on three floors under a slate roof. Blue front door, six windows, all a bit stiff to open. Wear and tear not surprising as it’s over a hundred years old. Kitchen on the ground floor with old-fashioned range, kettle and stew pot simmering. Carrots, potatoes and a cabbage […]
Day 9
Houses: They’re full of ‘stuff’ and that means memories, stories. This poem by David Wood expresses this but is short on specifics. Fill in some details! www.poemhunter.com/poems/house/page-1/37663146/