By Aarron Mondello
13/12/2017
There’s a quiet street in suburbia
Where all the houses look the same
Except this one large empty place
Squatting at the end of a lane
The yard is grown six foot tall
With grass and prickly weeds
The wood is flaking the walls are cracking
Along their every seem
It sits so morbidly peaceful
Empty in the sun
Dirty windows like clouded eyes
Watching everyone
One day I pushed open the squealing gate
And walked down the broken path
Towards the clouded eye-windows
That stared out from the house
I walked around until I found a window
Not too high and slightly clean
Pressed my curious face against the glass
To see what might be seen
Dust motes danced in a bar of sunlight
Like tiny golden fairies
Intricate twirls to and unheard tune
Kaleidoscopic entities
Shifting dancing dapple shadows
Moved along the walls
A constant flux of colourless runes
Penned in shifting scrawls
An old rocking chair leaned like a drunk
In one corner gone all dusty
Faded flowers and vines marched up
The edge of cushions mildew and musty
I could not see the wallpaper print
It was torn and yellowed and stained
With black patches of growing mould
Dotting what remained
The door in the room was shut
So beyond I couldn’t peer
But the feeling I had from the abandoned room
Is not even mice came here
Muffled sound echoed through the house
To where I stood outside the room
Not carried well on still, dead air
Like air within a tomb
I gazed a moment longer
Through the dirty glass
And tried to imagine I saw walking
Reflections of the past
I walked away from the dirty window
My heart was racing fast
The house loomed large behind me
Alive, lonely and vast
I looked back when I reached the gate
And thought it all surreal
That such a large and empty house
Felt altogether unreal
Still today that house stands empty
Down a lane in a cul-de-sac
With its clouded window-eyes stands sentry
Silently guarding our backs.
©Aarron Mondello2017
Featured image is a wallpaper, I couldn’t find an original artist
http://www.wallpapermania.eu/wallpaper/sunlight-through-the-broken-windows-old-house