The house

A roof of thatch, a wall of mud with a dirt floor

Window an open hatch, built with blood, board for a door

No locks no glass, a stove built of three rocks

Closet a wooden box, through roof's dry grass smoke does pass, no clocks

No water inside, an outhouse out back, a fire always burning

With vines tied, a humble shack outside threats spurning

No electric lights, awake with the sun, plant by the moon

Corn husk mattress at nights when day is done, eat with a tin spoon

Kerosene lamp. a dim glow, bats flutter above

A snake out of the damp slithers below, this is nature's love

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I see a struggle for survival here. Maybe it was too tough for the person who built the house. The snake has taken up shelter. All God’s creatures and nature eventually reclaims everything. That’s where my mind wandered Soren. Such basic living. Some have a really tough existence. Fine descriptive writing and imagery.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for your read of this piece. I have been to this house and never found such peace as was there. I appreciate your supportive comments of interpretation