Heatherwood

Heatherwood

67 Moorgreen Road

 Cowes

Isle of Wight

5th March 1953

An angel wing bright as my dreams were ending

Just a whisper of perfume light upon the still cold air

She sits dressed to kill in faded sepia

Moustachioed, ready for war he stands behind her unsmiling

The Victorian wall clock relentless, chimes the hour of the day

A newspaper lays unopened upon the table in the back room

The headlines scream in deadly silence Stalin is Dead

The velvet curtained door hangs wide ajar in disbelief

Whilst the small fire in the blackened range spits its venom

Flicking the chill from his tail Blackwell the cat strays in

Takes up his position upon the arm of the faded moquette sofa

One flashing green eye upon the rebellious fire grate

The other on the drumming rain rattling the windowpane