Hope Coulter

The Anti-House

There’s a house
beneath the real house
and we’ve always known it was there 

A key we had overlooked
turns the lock
Its wood floors stretch
long and lustrous
The rooms are empty, they beckon
with all the space we need
for our other apartments 

Triangular, trapezoidal,
the rooms fit under the house we know 

Oh yes, we say
I came here once, but had forgotten this
other house 

There is space enough here
and light 

There is a place to be 

The wooden floors gleam
in the white, nether sunshine, saying 

come in, come in




(Terry Wright)