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Country House

Contributed by NatKingCole on Sunday, 10th June 2012 @ 06:02:45 AM in AEST
Topic: war

Bored wind blows over and through thickets of uncared for grass.
The sound of the blow hisses through the ragged roots and the
physical part of the wind criss-crosses and intertwines with the
partly thatched roofs of a sturdy yet, tired country house.

The silent and sneaky force of nature known as 'damp' has found
its way to this secluded trap and has long since penetrated the
arthritic walls and stressed windows. The curtains, once beautiful and soft,
have turned yellow and crusted like the pages of a once readable book
that got a desperate soaking.

From a hole in the farthest room, where guests were once
entertained and fretted over, can be seen wonderful rolling hills
with lightning white mares pondering the ground they feed from.

A hand reaching to turn the knob of the front door will find it quite
a nasty business as the damp has invaded its moulded brass
and commands an army of sticky droplets that cling to clean palms.

The elderly wooden floors will demonstrate their orchestra of creaking
and snapping if stepped on and if one must venture on them further
they may find their foot caught in the wrath of the un-kept floor.

In the house you will find rooms haunted by wet echoes of the birds
that call claim to the broken house or the slimy rain that creeps down
from the lonely ceilings to greet the dust colonised carpets of Persian
descent.

See the burn mark left by the iron that so carefully used to straighten
the work clothes and leisure suits that were put on when the weather
saw an opportunity to give warmth and cheer to the land and its life forms.

In a small and secret corner of the house is a room that holds all the belongings
of the past inhabitants and is still locked and furnished with memories.
Grand was the dining room where the family lay, under the antique wooden table and
swift was the aircraft bomb that blew them to powder.

All this and the paint forever peels.

Copyright © NatKingCole ... [ 2012-06-10 06:02:45]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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