As I approach the dark, almost threatening, house
I feel the prescience of impending doom.
While I walk the silent pathway,
I notice that the previously lush lawn
Is black.
Roses wilt on their vines,
Hydrangeas sadly droop.
As I enter the dank hallway,
My bone marrow chills.
Blood, almost black with age,
Drips down the walls.
The silence is deafening.
With intense trepidation,
I open a creaking door.
my wife sits, stiff backed,
Almost frozen in time.
Through a thin smile
She says;
'My Mother's come to stay'
'For a few days'
'Isn't that nice? '
Im glad I'm not a mother-in-law, they certainly come in for some stick! ! Very amusing Owain, when I started reading, I thought what a dark poem. A fun write.
A great write of humour and suspense. You have opened a Pandora's Box here my friend. Wel done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great build up foreboding doom with such a funny ending that took me by surprise!