The house of silence.

Filled with love

surrounded by

a garden of colour

the house of silence

was deliriously happy.

But during the war

the place was bombed

the house cried empty

the ruins speak

of times past

having no tomorrow

while children's ghosts

look on playing

amongst the rubble.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

War...still creates pain, even for the dead....and children whether alive or dead suffer most...
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Indeed J thank you for commenting.

[Chris Shaw]

A poignant piece Andrew. Your poem tells me how quickly things can change. I find myself wondering about the happy family that lived in that house before the bombs dropped. Then I question whether the children were evacuated or died there. So much to think about in this short poem. A lovely, though sad little write.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Chris, yes Britain during the war always comes to mind.