Haunted house
Stone walls and chimneys
doorways and window openings
linger longest
stand inside eyes open
slide window panes aside
set the slots for the roof beams
frame the tiles
listen for hinge-squeal and door-slam
footsteps on a rough-hewn floor
what do you call that colour
listen to the crackle of the fire
the black stew pot
swinging on the fire hook
smell the kerosene lamp
hear the pull of thread through cotton
patch on trousers
edging on baby clothes
set the cradle here
set the table here
share a minute with the family
who lived loved lost here
and tell me there are no ghosts
