Showing posts with label haunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haunting. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

A new take on Maudlin Manor


Once upon a time ago
There lived a pair of twins
 Rotten little apples
Stuck their dolls with pins
They looked like little angels
Wrapped in silk and pearls
But they were rotten little devils
Masquerading as little girls
They lived in the house called Maudlin
A family name I suppose
But suited to the children
So very lachrymose
They have a nasty habit
Of staring straight ahead
They may have been alive once
But now they’re very dead
They haunt the Maudlin Manor
Walk the creaky floors
Open up the windows
Slam the wooden doors
Take things that they shouldn’t
And hide them where they can
Walk from room to room
Always holding hands

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The House on Dorsey Street


There is a house on Dorsey Street
I’ve passed it many times
And each time I find it weeping
Raining rivers from windows
Unused to the sun
What sadness resides
Within those walls
That it leaks so uncontrollably
I’ve heard the stories
Whispered from one ear to another
And seen the way passersby speed their steps
Looking over tweed clad shoulders and upturned collars
Lest they be recognized by what lies within
 It is after all only a house, although
Sometimes I wonder
My footsteps slow as I near the facade
And now and then I stop and grasp the iron gate
 We gaze at one another forlornly the house and I
As if we were lovers kept apart
By unrelenting parents who misunderstand our kinship
And think it something dirty and ill intended
Something frightening perhaps
 It wants me back that much is true
To walk the floors and hide behind curtains
Or in closets, safer there we thought
The house and I
And so we pine for one another
And what might have been
And what happened there once
I know that she tried to protect me
I always thought so
Offering up her secrets
And now that she is empty she cries because she couldn’t

Monday, April 2, 2012

Anatomy of a House pt. 2

The Gate


There is a gate
At the end of the drive
Twisted metal
Looks alive
It opens slowly
Rust on rust
Just wide enough
To earn your trust
Enter will you if you dare
But know that she is waiting there