1 The House Children

the house children the house children gathered around their window eyes wide in amazement at a grey poet sketching silent words long words sad words future words tell us a poem, flat roof called, emboldened at the back their colours fluttered in excitement at their feet the poet drew a stage and stepping up towards a tomorrow he began .. once upon a lost world the magics faded and died, killed by greed and grandeur houses never young born old and tired they stood forlorn mostly in greys and pale ochres music tears dripped dripped from the sadness of the sky artists painting protests floated on the river black but then came May the anniversary of a butterfly revolution when Mel the magnificent ran the streets in a naked blue houses danced in delight their grey crumbs loose for birds in blue blushes magic trickled from the fountains and in our moment of silent appreciation we heard a baby house cry and the sky wept rainbow tears saved we were from the fate of old earth

Brightown by Mel Rodicq - image courtesy of Mel Rodicq