Bancroft Manor by A.M. Moscoso

How far would you go to save someone you care about?
How far would you run or fly or crawl to save somebody else?
How far would you go to save yourself?

Have you ever tried, was it worth it?
Did it matter at all?
We all come from somewhere
and I suppose in the end we all end up in the same place
with the same question in our eyes
and frozen on our lips.

But before I do that, before I  give up the ghost
I’m going to make one final trip, I’m going to give myself one last chance
to use the key, I’ve kept hidden in my guitar case
and open a door with the bronze hinges shaped like hands
and go somewhere, because I came from someplace
and sometimes in the storm of confusion that rages in my head,
I know exactly what to do.

There is an abandoned house
just past the crossroads
outside of town.
It’s called Bancroft Manor

Writers used to live there and I heard a dancer died there and a sad lady
dressed in red and black
sings in the garden that smells like orange blossoms and chamomile and wood rot when the night sky is full of bats and falling stars.

I think the singing Lady in Red and Black is alive,
but she came from someplace and she is going somewhere
all I know for certain is that she hasn’t left yet.
Perhaps she can’t leave
or doesn’t want to leave
just now.

The Dancer stands at the top of the stairs, where this isn’t much light
and from the corner of your eye
and only from the corner of your eye
you will  see her  lift  her arms above her head in a graceful arc
and she leaps as she always does,  to nowhere.
But she comes back from somewhere and she dances
for no one
every night.

The kitchen is warm but there hasn’t
been a fire there in years
and the cupboards are full
of jars with things that used to grow in the vegetable garden
that is next to the fruit orchard
that hides the cemetery
where no one lives.
For now.

Tonight I will leave
for Bancroft Manor
to my room in the attics
that are large and dark and bare
there is a cloudy, dusty window that looks out to the Sea
and the door with a lock that is shaped like and eye
and has iron hinges
shaped like hands that holds the door fast to the frame
waiting to open
because

We all come from somewhere
and I suppose in the end we all end up in the same place
just passed the crossroads
at a house
hidden in the woods
called

Bancroft Manor.