Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Her Dream--By Beth Winchcombe--England

Her Dream

She noticed it for the first time
whilst walking her dog.
The mist rolled around
surrounding it – yet
at that precise moment
she fell in love!
Where was that magnet?
Somewhere it lay hidden from view.
It stood forlorn,
no windows, no doors -
just an empty shell on the moors!
She felt compelled to enter,
it was full of emptiness
yet, she wanted to make it her home.
She meandered from room to room,
sunlight flowed in the gloom.
Cobwebs hung – spiders -
the only sign of life.
She saw it inhabited – full of warmth...
...her dream was to make it her home

Beth Winchcombe is now a retired housewife and enjoys writing poetry, also painting in oils.  She lives in Derbyshire, England.


  1. I can visualise this place so clearly, Owlie : )

  2. Your poem is so precious and lovely. Makes me think of all the times I've wondered about empty houses and preceded the present emptiness. Very creatively written and expressed. Sheri

  3. Slowly filtrating to the mind are the lines. I like it.

  4. This poem tempts, making us want to join you in your dream home. Very creative and inviting. All the best. // paul

  5. Hello Beth. Nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

  6. Nice poem Beth! A house is not a home until loving people reside in it. The emptiness is filled with cheerful sounds & heartfelt memories when a family moves in with dreams & expectations. Best wishes, Chris~

  7. I was drawn into her dream and felt at home! A wonderful write Beth! Blessings and Aloha, Connie

  8. Wonderful Beth. just loved the visuals. I live near Worksop Notts so Derbyshire is just down the road., such a beautiful place. love the moots. Well done. best wishes. Pete.