Face Lift

Image: Wind of History, Jacek Yerka

We wrestle over muddied ruts

toward austere shell left long ago--

stone walls in ruins still surround

the disrepaired and ill-kempt grounds

while barren trees line up in rows.

The home endures like some grand dame

behind the rusted iron gate;

a once proud beauty so aloof,

now crows lie nesting ‘neath her roof…

long years abandoned, left to fate.

And yet her bones were built to last

untouched by age or weathered storm.

Each hollow room whispers a story,

thick dust belies her former glory

as we assess and then transform.

© Ginny Brannan 2013

Written for The Mag #156, image provided by Tess Kincaid. 
She provides image, we the story!