the cold place
wintery and huge
with an old swimming pool
made of ancient concrete aggregate
neglected down the back
in the bush
stagnant green water
before the days of chlorination
inside the house
entirely lined with cedar
with whole wings of rooms
filled with dust
the sad family
class traitors
of the upper class
visible in photos
the magic place
the huge fireplace
where we sat all night
young people together
cooking marshmallows
burning chestnuts
something unpropitious
like a mystery
bad stuff happened to them
and we learnt about it second hand
Good poem, Anna. Lucky to get out of there alive.
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