The Ruined Cottage.A Poem by Bryan Sefton
Creatures in the shade
Others in the shadows Away from the sun's rage All safe from what was Places revealed There are no secrets Sometimes at night When the wind catches the gable right A child whimpers in her sleep An illusion The child has flown On new shores New roots New life sown Old roots now Lie body separate A cloud upon a pane Makes a ghostly face A chill in certain parts A freezing presence Exorcised as the sun Forward creeps Settling on the hearth Going to sleep Shadows settle Creatures crawl Faint rustling From the wall Recorded memories Yesterday's traces Whisper from the past A man coughs A child laughs A wife sighs A mother soothes A dog's bark Footsteps run to welcome (Sung) "Hush little baby don't you cry ----" "Happy birthday to -----" "Here comes the bride! All dressed in ----" Ashes to ashes. © 2022 Bryan SeftonAuthor's Note
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