the teetering mansion awaits its final
fall from grace.
Dark waves will welcome its arrival,
and sea spray shroud its skeleton.
Windows gape, gaze sightless seaward,
in dead, dead drab walls.
Ancient floors of rich timbers
are now indignant in their disrepair.
All will plunge as erosion encroaches,
in time, in time,
and the clifftop will again be
as Nature intended.
James Aitchison is an Australian author and poet. His work has twice appeared in Black Poppy Review, as well as Horror Tree (Trembling with Fear), Thriller, Akashic Books (Mondays are Murder) and many other magazines and anthologies.
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