Doll's House

Nothing's astir, not even a mouse

In the cavernous attic there's just a doll's house

There's a hint of luminosity, but an empty light fitting

And a dark that's not pitch and is fleetingly flitting

All that's defined in the aura, monochromatic

Is the wooden construction left behind in the attic

They abandoned the lodge and left it behind

Conveniently forgot, for their own peace of mind

They switched off the gas, but left on the leccy

And took everything with them in their last reckless recce

...Dankness now pervades from cellar to bathroom.....

...Overflow pipes drain naught but a vacuum...............

...Lifeless hearths, home to dead embers and soot.....

...Lingering in the cold silence; yet is there a 'but'?.....

...Something has stirred, as if ready to rouse...............

...High up in the attic, in a doll's house........................

...Outsiders within have found a way in.......................

...Up in the roof space their demise will begin.............

...Steps have been climbed, they've opened the hatch

...Easily raised without the hitch of a catch..................

They abandoned the lodge, but couldn't leave it behind

They couldn't forget, so they went back to find

Armed with hammers and axes on their final reckless recce

They went back to the attic, but she cut off the leccy

She cut off the leccy and then kept on cutting

Then helped herself, once she finished the gutting

Waste not, want not, her actions were drastic

And now she has eyes that are no longer plastic

Eyes that now focus on two stranger's folly

For in every doll's house there's a murderous dolly