Empty House Near Empty Sea

There sits a house

Framed by the sea

Where scarlet rash

Bleeds in the leaves.

And people eye

The stirring storm

For at lands end

They spy the form.

Of milky froth

And craggy clutch

Saltwater chains

And blue hued touch.

The mermaids wail

Where angels tread

Around a house

Grown pale and dead.

It lingers on

Bespoke to dream

A charming suit

Of sand and seam.

A porter drunk

Up by the sea

A garter cut

In lustful greed.

A sunny face

Ring rimmed with rain

Her jeweled smile

Has gone away.

Lament the wares

Empty return

For those who’ve left

To watch it burn.

The wind lashed house

Falls down alone

And reaper’s steal

Her storied bones.