They are all gone away,
The house is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.
Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.
Nor is there one today
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.
Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away.
And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.
There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.
This is a poem essaying the decay and isolation of the deserted house on a hill. It seems as if the tattered spirit of the house is standing there for everybody to see. A painful account by all means.
The tragic situation of a house on the hill is beautifully lamented in this poem!
I like this poem. It reminds me of my birth place. My birth house and all the neighboring houses are all gone away. A few years ago, I wrote a similar poem.
Always something haunting about abandoned houses, they're like ghosts sitting there telling stories from the past. Very nicely penned. Big 10++
A simple but brilliant villanelle. The empty house on the hill is intriguing, 'They are all gone away'.
Quite the poem that tickles my fancy.