Happy House.

March 27, 2010

I want a house in the hills,
with pristine views of the skies
and the forgotten mills.

I want the linen on my bed,
to speak to me in riddles
and leave me with stories worthy of pickles.

I want a stone fire place,
with skewers made of iron
and a fire that mimics a dancer’s grace.

I want my cutlery to be happy and queer,
with mismatching colours of the rainbow
to leave my guests puzzled with cheer.

I want the sunshine and I want the rain,
and when you walk in through that door,
I want you to blink back in amaze.

By Camiloo


4 Responses to “Happy House.”

  1. slpmartin Says:

    Very nice poem…you create some good images with your words.

  2. Well I blinked in amazement @ this, this is really nice 🙂 thats a happy house, ive wanted one too

  3. Chavie Says:

    awww! 🙂

  4. lunc Says:

    Nicely written soft piece. I really enjoyed it.

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