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.
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!
A modern house?