The Cottage

THE COTTAGE

The cottage is set amongst a condensed wood
Surrounded by the breath of nature
Seemingly solitary in peace and quiet
Yet the cottage is impure
While painted walls attacked by moss
The weary old thatch, brittle and crumbling away
You venture through the unhinged front door
You enter a darkened derelict hall
Spiders’ webs carpet every corner
A mouse scurries across the floor
The bathroom, bedrooms, kitchen and lounge
Are all abandoned, left to a natural zest
Life lives on here
Thriving on everything and nothing
Silence does not exist here anymore
Creatures hum and drum all around
Whether at work or play
Tranquil to the human eye
Life still goes on
Peace is not a silent thing
It is the quiet drone of busy bodies at work
Fighting to grow and survive
Nature has a magic within
Especially in this little magic Cottage

G.J.SMITH