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 fire in the living-room
where buttocks are warmed
and stories are spread.

 

 

 

2 responses

  1. I love that the house is a ‘non-aunt, non-uncle house.’…….where buttocks are warmed and stories are spread. I’m a bit mistified about the bison and the pterydactyl, but that’s OK!

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