The Houses I Have Never Had

Hello Poetry Lovers

Recently I posted about the rooms I have never had. Now talented poet Trisha Broomfield has taken this up to a higher level with The Houses I have Never Had! Love it, just up my street(!). And needless to say, a dream to illustrate.

A lovely introspective piece, do read on

My House

The Walls of my house would be stone

with room for a large window seat

I’d snuggle up and read alone

I wouldn’t worry about neat

with room for a large window seat

the cat would have a comfy bed

I wouldn’t worry about neat

there would be piles of books unread

the cat would have a comfy bed

the floorboards would be creaky, old

there would be piles of books unread

at home I never would be cold

the floorboards would be creaky, old

I’d have a view of turquoise sea

at home I never would be cold

an endless pot of pu-erh tea

I’d have a view of turquoise sea

I’d snuggle up and read alone

an endless pot of pu-erh tea

the walls of my house would be stone.

©TB

Wasn’t that a wonderful piece?! Thank you so much, Trisha, and more please!

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