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Are you afraid
When you hear the groan?
It’s no one else
But the empty house
It remembers
The joyful shouts
Of the happy children
Cycling on its pathway
On each page
of its memory
There are stories
Written in gold
letters
Not all happy
Yet there was no dearth of emotion
Now its garden
is a wilderness
Three brave souls
Who went there to spend a night
Never came out
Nor was there any trace of them
It’s no tourist spot
That you buy ticket
to explore
And enjoy
Beware! Don’t get caught!
The house broods
And lets mystery grow around
Submitted to APED Prompt-62 Weekend Wordle#9
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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Friday, 31 July 2015
The House
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spooky!! Well written!
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Introvert In A Concert
An empty house would have lots of stories to tell, I am sure...beginning with the reason it is empty at all. Hopefully
ReplyDeletemost stories it would tell were happy ones, but.....
It reminds me of the recent stories of brutal raping and killings of minors in deosated places, really very sad .
ReplyDeleteYou are 100% right Vandana...
DeleteChildren are quite adept at finding spooky houses. It was a game in my day and the more dark trees in the garden the better.
ReplyDeleteThe house broods
ReplyDeleteAnd lets mystery grow around
Emptiness conjures lots of eventualities
Hank
Too many houses contain the echoes of past sorrows and sadness..perhaps they should not be forgotten...as you poem beautifully reminds us
ReplyDeleteHouse of tales
ReplyDeleteBrilliant use of the word list.. such an intriguing poem!
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
keep away from such houses!
ReplyDeletecreative use of the prompt words. :)
I liked thinking of the old house remembering the children .. but then it got spooky!
ReplyDeleteluv this ghostly little write Sumana; it took me backt o my teen years of reading mystery stories
ReplyDeletethanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime today
much love...
A clever and spooky write!
ReplyDeleteThe history in old houses, if a person could only track them down, would make wonderful reading, I am certain. You imbued this poem wonderfully with an ominous mood.
ReplyDeleteI love old spooky houses....wonderfully written!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
I really like how this feels so edgy. The house is almost alive, is a person. How nice to have it taken this way, rather than a celebration. Darkness tends to add more depth, right?
ReplyDeleteWell done! (as usual :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
An old house, like an old body contains many mysteries. I like this poem. It really conveys that twinge of fear in all of us.
ReplyDeleteSome houses do seem to have their own awful karma. When I was little, my parents bought a house where the woman who owned it had gone blind in an accident. It was the most miserable house I have ever lived in. After my parents sold it, the family who bought it lost both there sons in an automobile accident soon after they moved in. It's probably coincidence - though, it has always made me wonder ...
ReplyDeleteYou have weaved this poem with sheer perfection!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like a haunted house!
ReplyDeleteFantastic... details are particularly creepy amid the empty gloom of the house. Love it, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteThat is a better way to think of the groans from a house.
ReplyDeleteAn intriguing piece. Love the imagery and feel to this :)
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure that I would be brave enough to stay in this house...I am quite fussy about feeling safe and happy in an environmnet..You have certainly created a scary image with your wordle!!
Eileen
I think I am afraid indeed!
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