Weighted with ivy,
tessellated with lichen
and moss, the roof
has splintered and caved in.
Perhaps something has settled
among the long-forgotten
tools and pots – now homes
for mice and spiders.
Our sentinel by the rickety gate
sheds flakes of peeling paint.
The padlock key is long gone
and its treasures remain hidden.
Kim M. Russell, 24th January 2019
A second poem for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Shed/Open Link Night
This time I’m taking the prompt literally!