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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, childhood home, Derbyshire, Hasland, Hazelhurst, homesick, longing, memories, poetry, Victorian architecture
I could never live,
in a red brick house,
with frilly nets,
that pucker and flounce.
With rooms so square,
shaped like a box;
oh no! not me,
give me stone and rocks.
Victorian aged,
with features so old
flag stone floors,
that strike up the cold.
Stone inglenook fires,
glowing embers and coal,
black basalt hearth,
to bear my soles.
Mullioned windows,
shutters and sash,
transom light, stained,
carved fine mountain ash.
A long sweeping drive,
to a panelled oak door,
proud portico porch,
chequerboard floor.
Orchard and lawns,
domed topiary box,
walled kitchen garden,
growing herbs, veg, and stocks.
That’s my dream house,
from my sepia past,
how I long to be there,
and remain everlast.
© Hazelhurst 04.12.2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Worldly Winds 
I remember the toy room,
the bare wooden floor.
And those steps upstairs,
to the scary door.
Why wouldn’t we enter,
that barren room.
Jokes of ghouls,
and our impending doom.
Bonfires and sparklers.
My poetry at worst.
But that’s what I think,
of Hazelhurst 🙂
Copyright me 😉
Haha nice one cuz!!
You missed the bit about looking for eagles up trees and the scary graveyard!!
Not happy.
Don’t worry – it’s there!!
I’d like this place..
I lived there from 1967 to 1978. It was a fabulous place – alas it was demolished in 1980 😦
I still miss it!
I do so enjoy reading your writes…many thanks for sharing!
Rachael
Thank you very much Rachael – what a lovely comment for a frosty and icy Wednesday morning – Thank you!! You’ve made me smile 🙂
Alex
Mmmmmmm, me too. That’s exactly the kind of thing we’re looking for. Cosy but grand! 🙂
Well it wasn’t too cosy in winter – there was no central heating and the sweeping drive became a luge! Despite all of that, it still holds fond memories 🙂
Mmm, maybe a smaller version! 🙂
….and with central heating!!