In an attic of her soul
retreated
walls growing close with encroaching gloom
outside clouds blacken low with late twilight hue
shadowed eyes of a mother gaze outward
left behind
inside
while life outside marched on
with passions external
cradling with a stiff arm
the child looking upon with hungry gaze
while she searches and searches and searches
forever waiting
with mannequin’s gaze
for signs and signals
of where her love has gone

In An Attic of Her Soul … a work intended for the 2 Tens & A Tomato show with Marina but didn’t make the shortlist … for this show anyways … the next one definitely 🙂

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