1464 and all that

To mark the first four years of my blog I have reproduced one of the first offerings. Little did I imagine that I would still be writing some 1463 efforts later.

We used to live in a terraced house

Nestled in neighbourly obscurity

But now, upon revisiting it has been cut apart

In the name of progress to make way

For a super school

or community empowering facility

or something

My mum and dad aspired to a semi detached

But not like this

The old wallpaper that I helped to paste

Hangs listless like an abandoned hoarding

The nicotine stains are surprisingly yellow

In natural light

The chimney breast hangs on like a cliff face

A floorboard sticks out like a fractured rib

The dismantled elements lie smouldering

In an undignified pile of debris

Which we were happy to call our life

When we used to live in a terraced house