Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,655 Points (25th March 1943)

Forgotten Accommodation - Poem by Ernestine Northover

We climbed the narrow attic stair,
And entered rooms established there.
Thick grey dust lay across the gloom,
Many years spent without a broom.
Cobwebs hung in every place,
New occupants had filled the space.

On a shelf sat an old birdcage,
Tenanted in another age.
Chills swept in from a broken pane,
Small window letting in the rain.
A rickety stained brocade chair,
Seat and back were now threadbare.

Curtains frayed along their edges,
Hanging crooked. Also ledges
Nailed up on the damp crumbling walls,
Odour of abandoned mothballs.
Wallpaper, once with roses pink,
Now gave off a horrendous stink.

Forgotten accommodation,
In this lonely bleak location.
Empty now of occupation,
Who slept here, what was their station.
Just how hard was their daily grind,
So much history we could find.

Something scuttled along the floor,
Down the steps to the corridor.
A resident we had no doubt,
Some little local layabout
Who we had unkindly disturbed,
Leaving so quickly quite perturbed.

We climbed back down the attic stair,
Away from this poor mouse’s lair,
Back to the present and fresh air,
Off down a pleasant thoroughfare.
Happy that we wouldn’t have to see,
What their life turned out to be.

© Ernestine Northover

Comments about Forgotten Accommodation by Ernestine Northover

  • Andrew Blakemore (4/12/2008 3:09:00 PM)

    A wonderfully descriptive piece and the couplet form makes it flow effortlessly. Great write, Andrew x (Report) Reply

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  • (1/27/2008 5:52:00 PM)

    There is something rather melancholy about this beautifully penned description of another time. Your images are touched with impressionist light and the mouse brings a smile of recognition to the reader, as s/he shares your feeling of relief as you close the door on your 'forgotten accommodation'. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • (1/24/2008 1:57:00 PM)

    I have been in old places such as these and the feeling can be quite strange, like time had been suspended in someway, Brilliantly writen, I almost felt as if I was there looking around at all the different sights

    Love duncan X
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  • (1/17/2008 5:07:00 PM)

    Beautifully flowing and evocative, most enjoyable
    Love from David
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  • (1/16/2008 12:41:00 PM)

    This sort of situation is somehow always rather tragic... you've encapsulated it marvellously. t x (Report) Reply

  • (1/16/2008 12:34:00 PM)

    A lovely read. -shannon (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 16, 2008

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