February 19, 2013

T'was Never



It was always a mystery, shrouded in loose history
the story of the house near Granger farm
Ink spots and violins, portraits with silly grins
a walker with his head under his arm 

It was always a wicked smile, a place to let the lord beguile 
and manhandle the maids at his request
Where satin-bows and silks were ripped, Toby jugs with vigor gripped
and grandeur beams a haven to infest

It was always a road to Hell, welcomed with a keen death knell
as magpie's stole the silver from the blind
Where the beautiful and super-creeps and sanity is put to sleep
while angel's hearts are heartily maligned  

It was always a way away, within the glow of dusty days
it's forests formed in parallelograms
Moonbeam shots in rays of black, highlight the human jumping jacks
besought  the lively and the virgin lambs

It was always going to be far, though reachable by foot  or car
repelling then attracting iron gates 
Suck you in the the vast whirlpool, where harps and fingers play the fool 
to join the club of helpless after eights

It was never going to rest in peace, the innards of the endless lease
whose marbled marbles scream within the rooms
Hedonistic overtures, the gilted edges, liquor lures
stand lost and open in the path of gloom. 
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11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Incredible.

Rick Watson said...

I think I used to live there :)

Yvonne Osborne said...

I hope to never see a walker with his head under his arm.

Nice formula writing.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

I am gonna stay far away from this place :)

Ginny Brannan said...

Ooooh...shades of eeriness here!! Love the haunted twist to this. Visions of The Overlook Hotel from the shining!

Tess Kincaid said...

Ink spots and violins...you took me there...

Helen said...

WOW .. you brought this place to life, terrifying life.

Tumblewords: said...

Mysterious, eerie and a perfect read!

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds creepy...

Kathe W. said...

fabulously creepy- love those last 4 lines!

rel said...

Lena,
Eerie! Your words conjure up exactly the image portrayed.
rel