hallow
dreamt, on a cold night in June
that your house was dressed up for a death
and I was in it, looking, longing for you.
all the doors were shut
there was a darkness, that has never quite
left me, the smell of damp wood,
acid of paintstripper on your window frame.
there were people in the garden
in the mud, I did not know them,
they simply looked back at me
turned around, then carried on the silence, and the
drinking, wearing veils so I could not see
their expressions.
I walked up the stairs
up to the attic, which led out, to
an open sky.
dreamt, on a cold night in June
that your house was dressed up for a death
and I was in it, looking, longing for you.
all the doors were shut
there was a darkness, that has never quite
left me, the smell of damp wood,
acid of paintstripper on your window frame.
there were people in the garden
in the mud, I did not know them,
they simply looked back at me
turned around, then carried on the silence, and the
drinking, wearing veils so I could not see
their expressions.
I walked up the stairs
up to the attic, which led out, to
an open sky.
