I thought it would be interesting to turn the idea of two people slowly falling out of love on it's head and have the house where they live turn against them. This is a rough draft.
ENVIROMENT
Slowly the house grew unhappy
invested rooms with an atmosphere
that provokes us into arguments
until we were forced to move
live separately
lick our wounds
The next occupants fared as badly
and did not even stay as long as we had.
The ones after them started out happy
but by then the house’s melancholia
an indefinable sad strange aura
could not be overcome
They put the house up for sale again
I’d stopped taking an interest by then
moved to another town, got on with my life
I think the idea has legs but needs some work. I am going to put it away for a couple of months and see what it looks like then.
Here's Bridget St.John from 1972 [honestly it doesn't seem that long ago to me].
Until next time.
