The house is taciturn.
Secrets have settled under the dust.
You left in the middle of December
leaving a mug of tea, a half read
magazine and washing up
shipwrecked in the sink.
The innards of the house
lie in piles outside the front door
like discarded offal.
The ghost of a Brahms sonata
sighs around the dismembered piano.
Yellow crime tape flaps in the wind
like a Tibetan prayer flag.
I wish for a light at the window,
a steaming kettle,
singing from the bathroom
and a reason for your leaving.
Most atmospheric, not to say sinister – esp. the dismembered piano & crime tape! Certainly some questions need answering.
Vivid images… especially ‘ghost of a Brahms sonata / sighs around the dismembered piano’.
As Jonathan says, rather sinister, and leaving us with unanswered questions… great!
I’m wondering about the first two lines… are they really necessary? Could one of them be the title, the second one maybe?