Hot Cross Buns  ( from 'The Hut')

 
 
Could I smell hot-cross buns  
the hearth still warm?  
The kettle on the log was cold  
windows gone and door  
took the kettle by the handle  
rusty loose,as was the bottom  
no water boiled for many a year  
none for ever again.  
The loneliness complete  
the old man and the lovers gone  
but left behind the memories  
ghostly,dancing in the half-lit hut.  
They were happy days at times  
like us they laughed and sang  
made the place all cosy;  
but then the old man died  
as did the fire  
chair,table,pots and pans  
bed with over-coat for duvet.  
So the lovers came  
I saw them both but once;  
the empty hut a luxury  
nowhere to hang their clothes  
no blankets against the cold  
but lovers can't be choosers.  
They had a need of each  
searched and having found  
held the moment sacred  
that,which each, we know.