I saw a house almost completely covered in vines a few months back. It got my attention.
constrict the walls
of the house on Lake Forgotten--
the paint on the walls, scalloped
like the scales on some white dragon,
strangled now by green ropes
struggling to cling and crawl,
once a home, now a trellis.
We wondering-people wonder
who lived there; why they left.
why they ceded their home to
a voracious wildness. Were they happy?
Were they wicked, wronged, wilted;
were they indifferent?
Not knowing things is a way
of knowing. Houses and their contents
have histories; walls always enclose something.
Poetry by William Hughes
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Written on 2025-07-16 at 01:24
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Empty Houses
Tenacious kudzu vinesconstrict the walls
of the house on Lake Forgotten--
the paint on the walls, scalloped
like the scales on some white dragon,
strangled now by green ropes
struggling to cling and crawl,
once a home, now a trellis.
We wondering-people wonder
who lived there; why they left.
why they ceded their home to
a voracious wildness. Were they happy?
Were they wicked, wronged, wilted;
were they indifferent?
Not knowing things is a way
of knowing. Houses and their contents
have histories; walls always enclose something.
Poetry by William Hughes
Read 13 times
Written on 2025-07-16 at 01:24
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