Friday, April 15, 2005

Little House Covered In Ivy

Little House Covered In Ivy

Just a little dream,
Little fairytale house in the country,
Little cottage.

Just a little old oak tree,
Tire swing, tree house
With rotten planks and moldy curtains.

Just a little old brown beat-up pathway
Leading to a little blue front door.

Just a little rose garden,
Overgrown and thorny, downy petals
Littering the ground and obscuring the dirt.

Just a little window,
Whitewashed paint stripping,
Vines overgrown their trelice
Spilling down the window frame
And choking the air from within.

Just a little bedroom,
Little wicker nightstand
Disappearing under a pile of dog-eared books.

Just a little bed,
Covers thrown down, pillows strewn
Hair spilling across them as she slumbers.

Just a little girl,
Impossible to rouse
She dreams a little dream,
Of a little house covered in ivy
The way it used to be:
Whole.

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