|image from Ella|
This is not a house ...
This is not a house, this is a fantasy cardboard cut-out:
Look at all those windows, the shutters, the porch,
all those rooms, the grand ideas.
Home to paper dolls (with extensive wardrobes):
flammable, flimsy and fleeting.
Spiders sneak around spinning their spider business,
flakes of paint drift down, eaves leak,
wood shivers and sags.
All those rooms, filled with piles of paper people ...
This is not a house, this is a chimera
Thanks to Poets United for the prompt. More of the village can be found here.x