secrets of the dead house
the world is simultaneously old and young
where the dark sky and broken walls
of the desolate old house meet
(once the home of breathless happiness) -
now impoverished of life
as even the birds no longer
sing around here
it seems as if, when the fire of love died down
the promising clouds also came to nothing -
thunder bewildered the expected rain
though, the tree and wild thyme which now
reside inside the dilapidated walls
still grope for reasons to survive
through fallen bricks
the wind stutters plumes of forlornness
through the artless disguise of black eyes
of non-existent windows and doors -
pregnant secrets silently whisper
through deteriorating walls -
secrets that will never be borne
as death has no tongue
JEANETTE NEL LE ROUX
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04 May 2021
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