Sestina Day 38: Creepy Old House

Another storyish sestina today. Rather didactic, sorry!

Oh the house down the lane
Is a very strange place
It seems to be tumbling down
The smashed window panes
Seem like eyes in a face
And a crack in the wall makes a frown

Mr Smith wears a frown
As he walks down the lane
The house can’t bring smile to his face
“It’s a terrible place
And I must say it pains
Me each day that it isn’t torn down.”

“Oh it does get me down
Says Miss Brooke, with a frown,
“When I walk past those old window panes.
It just ruins the lane
Such a picturesque place,
With that house like a boil on its face.”

“Mum, it looks like a face
Glaring nastily down
It’s been giving me nightmares, this place!”
Whines young Beth, with a frown,
“I won’t go down the lane
And be looked at by those window panes.”

All the neighbours take pains
Not to look at the face
That peers out of the house down the lane.
For she never comes down
Just looks out with a frown
Doesn’t really fit in in this place

When she moved to this place
She had hoped that the pain
Soon would vanish, along with her frown.
But she daren’t show her face
When she’s feeling so down
So she waits, all alone, down the lane.

In the frown on the wall of that place
Down the lane, and the smashed window panes
See her face, all alone, looking down.