Rundown

A Poem By- Evelyn Pursley

My lover and I stumbled upon a rundown house

Overgrown with weeds in a quiet corner

Walls wilted, topped with a rusty roof

We exchanged glances; there was much to do

We put into paper our comely home’s visage

Off-white walls to open up the room

Floral curtains for our wide windows

A doorway of sage green

Leading to an unmarked open door

Our house shall withstand rough winds

Rooms absent of screams that rot walls

And no thundering stomps that crack floors

Or doors sealed shut like a prison

We finished our home and blessed it with a vow

Like a hidden paradise kept from tourists

Or a protected tribe untouched by modern times

Let’s hide the key, and conceal the location for a while