Member Poem

The maroon brick

atop a chimney high.

Scarred

and

beaten

from time passed.

Glazed in the morning dew,

the wind chimes

sparkle and glisten from the golden sun.

A house

sitting upon the rolling sand.

Alone,

forgotten to most

Within the abode

a roar

a crackle

a ferocious tiger

upon the open hearth.

Thick

lapis

drapes sway

side

to

side

in the tidal breeze.

A home

lying upon the rolling sand.

devoured,

remembered by one.