Bleak House Poem by jerry hughes
Bleak House
I used to pass it on my way to school,
an eerie place with a tumbled-down fence
and gates that groaned on windy days.
Around its terraces gargoyles leered
at passers-by in stoney silence.
Ivy wrapped the house in a green cocoon
and the curtains were always drawn.
A crone lived there they said - died long ago,
but I'll swear I saw her framed by a window
dressed in crinoline and lace.
A Gainsborough lady of such exquisite beauty
she took my breath away.
Such are the fantasies of an adolescent boy
on the threshold of pubescence.
Love your use of Dicken's words in this lyrical and descriptive piece about your childhood. You paint your picture in rich Gainsborough colours - with an appealing shift of tonality in the last couple of lines. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxxx
Nicely done... The title got me, and the first line told me I wasn't mistaken. Thanks. Dan Hanosh Dreams Are Yours To Share
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The master lyricist at work! Rgds, Ivan