Open To All Offers
There'll be no gazumping here
The price has been pitched perfectly
Never cheap-but far from dear
You can wander through the rooms
Gain a sense of times gone by
Is that laughter from the hallway?
At first glimpse, nothing awry
Certainly, the first impression
Provides a mock sumptuous effect
But look closer and on inspection..
The atrophy of neglect
Echoes now from the library
Breathless whispers caught
perfidious...
A rush of blood, a stuttered heart
Spawns a hatred so invidious
Your palate initially tempted
With the sweet scent of anticipation
Is sautéed and now soured
With the mould of degradation
See the bedroom, where lovers once joined?
Now you shirk away, like a one time thief
Although the fittings and fixtures are perfect
The fabric you touch is woven from grief
And the gardens, which on the details
You felt held a bond, perhaps an allegiance
But now on entering the weed strewn summer house
You are steeped in unspoken malfeasance
Yet you proceed-your offer accepted
Driven on by unseen compulsion
The bids were high and the price you've paid
Fills you with revulsion
No amount of glittering trinkets
Will hide what has come to pass
As you turn the key in the once regal doorway
It's your own reflection in the glass.
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Fly10 Leigh 2012
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