![]() artificeA Poem by charlie![]() about a barn that leaned a certain way![]()
the spectacle of trees in a wood grown true and sure...they taller stood: and shadow now the barn house,
leaning
for roots once good and ever greening
the frail barn, turned skew-eyed brown;
it’s palings warped and dangling down
in shadow ...
the weak barn now leans
toward those things it once had been
dank, the dirt pulls on the wood:
unhinged it hangs; it sighs;
it bangs as if it could
defy the pit made Just for it -
like blackened boots...and sure to fit
its bats have flown; the mice moved out
and but a flimsy ghost there shouts
bent and buckled, crippled in meaning
the derelict barn - already fallen:
...without one Upright intervening
© 2016 charlieAuthor's Note
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