The house on the hill
The walk from town to the house
A memory that would not fade away
The beauty of the house died suddenly
The window never opened amicably
When she was home the window was lit
Her writing on the wall I could read gaslit
The blinds opened at exactly 6.00 clock each morning
The weeds have now taken over in the evening
The weeds built a ring around the window
Looks like a ghost town with out the widow
As each day passes by the the dawn on each night
An irreplaceable image I see of a Princess we lost a forthright
Once the window was open the princess lived
The reflection of the princess stares me on the outlived
Her memories live on behind closed windows
Sabìnah Adewole
Sonnet
Poem of 14 lines
As part of the Poetry Marathon
It was like reading a story. Loved the flow and imagery.