Dust to Dust--A Poem

[XemaSab]

Downstairs in the unused basement
Those ancient timbers creak and moan
Cold seeps in through the moldering casement
And that empty space is dry as bone.

In unused corners the cobweb gathers
Dust gets thicker every year
Under the bare bulb the light scatters
Every day brings winter near.

On an old shelf stands a rusty pail
Used to hold milks and creams
It's empty now, used and frail
Cracked and worn it no longer gleams.

Once the children frolicked in the shadows
But their unwelcome footsteps no longer fall
All that's left are boarded up windows
And the spiders rule over all.

[TheManInTheMac]

1. Lovely...

and very evocative. I can actually smell the stale, musty air.

[CocaNova]

2. That poem is really great !

And very scary too ! :scared:

[Tommy_Carcetti]

3. Intense, intense imagery.

That type of wordsmithing can only lead me to one conclusion.

You're Canadian.

[TZ]

4. ChuggoSab!

:)

[XemaSab]

6. DTM

[motely36]

5. wow! very visual!

Not sure if that's a good thing!

[Demoiselle]

7. Oh my. Wonderful images...

I've spent the day cleaning my basement.
Would that my cellar were such a romantic ruin. (It's just peeyucky!)