Problem Solved…

 Old fence
The old wooden fence leant over,
weighed down by age and wear.
Thick-set ivy clung on regardless
white-belled flowers nod in the air.
The house looked lost and dreamy,
dusty windows mournful to see
how unruly was the large garden
without hands tending lovingly.
Years passed by since it’s owner,
had gone sadly leaving no heirs.
Years since any voice echoed
in faded rooms, halls and stairs…
But wait, loud voices and laughter,
a key opens the creaking front door,
the house shivers to it’s top rafter
sensing feet and hands as they explore.
flutterby
The new fence stands proud and smiling
the house looks on, feeling utmost glee
totally spick and span as it could wish
complete with a happy, loving family…
LadyP©2013

I didn’t know how to end the story of the house and garden, sometimes I just go with the flow, this time tho’  I nearly went  the wrecking crew route, but didn’t have the heart,.. The house, the fence and garden is now alive to me ,… you see?  😉

37 responses to “Problem Solved…

  1. Hallo liebe Penx ein schöner Artikel ja leider leider werden wir auch mal so alt wie dieser Zaum und Stimmen von der Vergangenheit holen einen ein man kann sie hören wenn man in sich hört.Wünsche dir noch einen schönen Sonntag Nachmittag.Grüße und Freundschaft.Gisinde

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    • Glad you enjoyed my fantasy house and garden poem, Gislinde, I often look at older houses and wonder how many varied stories they could tell… Have a lovely week my friend. xxx

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  2. Yes definitely Pen I can run with that I hate to see houses and gardens left to rack and ruin. I feel they are sentient too. I wrote a poem about an empty house it made me sad. Hugs willow X

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    • Me too, Willow, in fact I pass one such house on my way to work, It’s so sad looking, with outhouses and a large garden. I suppose this was my tribute to it. the Sold sign is up and I’m keeping an eye out to see if it’s granted fresh life or torn down to make way for ‘ smaller but profitable’ housing.. .hugs back atcha my friend.. have a good week.. xxPenxx

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  3. I really like your commentary after the poem, Gives us insight. Yes I think the wrecking crew would have turned hope to despair (quickly)

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  4. You are the first person I have met that has anthropomorphized a house… Other than myself. 😉 I loved your story!
    Thank you for visiting me today, and for your comments.

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    • Many thanks Lynda, for commenting and reciprocating,… much appreciated, and it’s good to know it’s not just me …😉 … glad you enjoyed my fantasy house piece, ‘cos It was fun to do… xx

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  5. Good one Pen!🙂

    I think you could have expanded on this, but the afterword does that!🙂

    Love and hugs!

    Prenin.

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  6. Glad that was your ending Pen , I feel the glow from that little house it’s warm again.
    Hugs Sheila hope you having a relaxing day. xx

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    • Me too Sheila, I couldn’t have lived with myself if I’d followed the other route.., (shivers!!) doesn’t bear thinking about … ’twas a lovely Sunday, and now it’s hello to a new week. hugs aplenty to you and Li’l Lucy… xxPenxx

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  7. Especially at this age and in my present physical condition, the metaphor of the house as well as that of my own body and even my belongings resonate with one another. As much as I fantasize as to what will become of my achievements and acquisitions, even my own poetry, I have seen too many institutions, houses, families, et hoc genus omne, disappear in my time to avoid thinking that the wrecking ball may have been a more realistic ending to your story. But, then, perhaps, such an ending would not be all that helpful to the morale of any reader save those who are slightly morbid in tastes….

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    • Very true, John, I concur with all your valid points, in fact I very nearly went the wrecking ball route… ‘cos there’s no room for sentiments in hard business, but I just couldn’t… I have this inner failing of transference, in that I imagine my house and contents (microwave, fridge, TV …etc..) have feelings… I know I’m ‘slightly ‘ away with the fairies’ in this thought but… it’s a part of me which has so many drawbacks, ‘cos I nearly cry when something breaks down and I have to replace it… Just like my New Fridge, the old one served well and I just threw it out, but trouble was he became incontinent and I got fed up of emptying the tray catcher I placed under him,… strewth it kept the kitchen floor clean though, all that water… anyway… I just live in hope nothing else fails ..but the flipping Kettle’s (Polly, as in Polly put the kettle on?) making odd noises…😉 xx

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  8. I really like seeing it through the perspective of the house. Very unique!

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  9. Loved the story of the Fence Pen… So pleased you brought the house and fence back to life🙂

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  10. happy to learn the house not only remains but was resurrected with all due love and attention
    you had me breathing heavy for a moment…Eddie

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  11. a charming sense of pride is happily expressed !

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  12. You are the writer and you have the right to rescue or walk away, methinks, Pen. Good one!

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    • ’tis true Leslie, but sometimes I wonder if I’ve picked the right ending … for me this was the right way…🙂 … Glad you enjoyed the piece…’twas an idea that bore fruit whilst seeing an old house nearby put up for sale.. .. xx

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  13. i liked the poem and your explanation of wanting a happy ending, too.🙂

    thanks for stopping in today and leaving a comment! really appreciate it!

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    • hello there, TexWisGirl, glad you enjoyed the poem and the happy ending, always lovely to read others views… It was a pleasure to visit your site, many thanks for reciprocating… xx

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  14. Beautiful job Pen! xx

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  15. Love the house shivering to the top rafter with anticipation and happiness. Wonderful!

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    • I loved this one, Monica, writing it I mean, (I wouldn’t presume to say it was any good… that’s up to the reader methinks) …I had to choose the correct ending for me…and it looks to be a vote in that direction from everyone… Yippee!! xxx

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  16. une très belle histoire avec tes mots…miss pen
    bises

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  17. The house was the main character in this poem, Lady P… I can’t write a bad thing about any of my characters, it doesn’t seem fair… I’m glad you went with the happy ending! Always the best option!😀

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    • Me too, Sir Aquatom, happy endings are always the best, but I wonder sometimes about my stories, I’ve never killed any main characters off, as do some authors, mayhap I haven’t the heart, but I suppose that’s the difference between true life and fantasy… I live in the fantasy world methinks.. xxx

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  18. Yes..I do see!🙂

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