of a once loved house
lace curtains blow idly
across the shattered remains
of a rain streaked window
paper peels from damp moulded walls
paint, cracked a crazed
falls gently like coloured snow
as dust motes dance in fetid air
faint echoes of childish laughter
hang upon the broken stairs
an Aga in the kitchen
spews its guts over pock-marked tiles
a shadow moves with passing time
and all are still...memories