Down a quiet unpretentious street
A hefty stone’s throw from the trains
The assorted house façades are neat
Though battered by this evening’s rains.
Uneven cobbles, rubbish bags
Some doorways have seen better days
An odd wall brightened up with tags
Parking meters – but who pays?
Moments later - my friend’s bell
She shares with others this conversion
I step inside - a vast stairwell
Shows an architect’s incursion.
There are traces of its former soul
With wrought iron columns centre stage
Its whitewashed walls have tales to tell
The printing shop has turned the page.
Now a hidden gem with patio
And views of trees across the way
How lucky are the friends I know
To have chanced upon this hideaway!
(c) Poet in the woods 2014