House Hunting For M Lady Ann Beard Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Some houses seem to welcome you.
You feel at ease immediately.
It is if the walls recall
What happened here and store it all.

The triumphs and the tragedies
Firm memories of past events
Have been recorded faithfully
Each and every incident.

If you are at all sensitive
You tune into the ambience,
the positive and negative.
Impinge somehow so you can sense.

That something dreadful happened here
It may be faint it may be strong
but it affects the atmosphere.
You know at once this house is wrong


You’re certain that it will not do.
You have no doubt, no doubt at all
You know the house is telling you
it has no choice it must recall

All the unpleasant memories
which it has stored so faithfully.
For decades perhaps centuries.
You choose to leave immediately.

The next house which you choose to view
affects you in a different way.
It seems prepared to welcome you.
You can decide without delay

It is not hard to make the choice
This is the house that you will buy
You listen to that house’s voice
because you know it cannot lie.

You go ahead complete the deal
prepare to move in right away
You are content because you feel
that everything has gone your way.

You know that it was meant to be
It’s all that you were looking for.
This house responds positively
You need not look at any more.

21/07/2009

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