The End of an Era
The long, long room is empty, swept
of all the trappings of our life.
Dust swirls in cheerless sunlight
pouring through the oddly clean glass.
One last look round. What have we forgotten?
Power turned off and fridge door open.
Bunch of keys on the counter top.
Will the new people love you as we did,
cosset the boiler on days when it sulks?
Will they dig up my roses, burn my clematis?
and the Start of the Next
Who would have thought
that we wouldn’t miss the House that Jock Built?
But we don’t.Five years into the new house
it seems we’ve always been here.
New garden productive,
new house perfect for our ageing needs.
Change revives us, energises:
what new adventures can we see?
an updated version of a poem written just after we moved for the nth time. The update proves that change is to be welcomed. Posted at http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/19/poetics-changes/