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How could a plain yard be so beautiful ?
A ramshackle of objects tumbled
from each, every room
of this foreboding house.
A four-post bed stripped of varnish,
mould creeping up its legs
saw the births of George, Ann, Terry,
Benjamin, Gloria; the deaths
of a parson, a banker, a billionaire.
An imposing Ming vase: a lovers’ bridge,
a dragon spitting fire from a rocky ledge;
a wooden dolls’ house, an exact replica,
complete with furniture, right down to a cracked
enamel washbasin, a rugged counter
with a grey plaster fish.
All strewn across memories
below falling snow.
Thanks for reading.