Mystic Dwelling Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Mystic Dwelling
Mystic dwelling
The house
I live in an old house
That likes
The quiet time.
At ten it slams doors
A sign that
It wants to sleep
So turn off the telly.
It gets up early
Groans and creaks
Till breakfast is over
If I go out
I leave a light on
It doesn`t like
Being in the dark
It gets resentful
And pictures fall off walls
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: story
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5/2/2024 4:52:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A captivating description of your dwelling. Old places have an air of mystery about them, something that draws the poets to them.