|WILLOW's MAGPIE TALES No. 52|
A doll’s house, cream-edged,
with walls the shade of green
which would turn blue in different light.
Four sturdy steps to guide you in.
Walking past on the other side
his strong arm helped her through the snow.
Young lovers searching for a home.
They slowed their steps and turned to look.
“It is too small”, he said.
“It is of noble proportions”, she said.
“It looks forbidding”, he said.
“It needs warmth”, she said.
They stopped and stood behind the tree.
“The trees are shielding it”, she said.
“The trees will steal its light”, he said.
“And give it shade”, she said.
They stood and stared, thoughtfully, silently.
The tree obscured the view, they stood, not moving.
“A pretty house”, they said, “a pretty one-eyed house”.
“And that eye blind, without a light to give it life".