The House Opposite

The House Opposite

The House Opposite – Rye


I am opposite ‘The House Opposite’

Opposite to what? I thought.

Its dark oak panelled doors

Each one exquisitely carved

The old dark handle

And the bright new lock

Set in dark oak frames

Beaten, knocked, gouged.

What stories could you tell me?

With your lamp above the door

Who used to enter you?

And what is it your opposite to?

Are you different from across the cobbled road?

Is it modern where you are old?

So I cross the cobbles

And look to see what the house could see

And Opposite was another house

Almost identical

With the name

‘The House Opposite to Me’.

The Chilli Shop, enter please

The shutters rise for the first opening day

Anticipation fills the air, breath is held for a moment

The unavailing of a new shop, a new age has dawned

Hope swells, as a dream is about to be launched.


Sharp crisp white canvasses of walls

Bold words and scorpions embossed

Shelves filled with heated delights

Small samples to taste and relish


Mild heat sits on my tongue,

Then a fierce chilli beckons me closer

The challenge is on, can I take the heat?

It’s hard to resist, I like the glow in my mouth


Come try these delights, let them tickle your tongue

Build up the heat, share rays of excitment

Enjoy every moment, there are chillies awash

What a brilliant choice, for a new enterprise