The woodland is dark.
I won’t go there again.
A lingering scent of childhood despair visibly threatens.
Fornethy.
Darkly secreted in the forest.
A grand house once full of ‘Adam fireplaces’,
bedecked with Miss Coats Fabergé eggs.
On her death, Miss Coats bequeathed her house to the children of Paisley.
In beautiful patterns of colour they came to stay at Fornethy,
for a country retreat.
But the woodland is dark.
The ‘school’ is now all boarded-up.
Window Tax abuse.
The futures of children.
Fornethy. Now the abode of 24 hour security surveillance.
BEWARE.