The Abandoned House on Mulberry Drive

This poem was born from a single image, rain darkening roof shingles into “chocolate.” I was then reminded of Hansel and Gretel. The poem thus unfolded. Successful?

The Abandoned House on Mulberry Drive

When it rains,
the roof shingles
darken into chocolate
and the ivy that sheathes

its walls shimmers,
shivers, each leaf
quivers, black
as bat wings.

I can hear the ghosts
of children playing tag,
darting between
the bare trees

dodging the wicked hand
that stalks them, tasks them
to abandon the songs of play,
the music of foolishness.

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singin’ in the Rain.”

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