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 🙂
Love it.
And your talent. And your industry.
Thank you Sue. About time I started posting this stuff regularly again 🙂
wow
xxoo 🙂
Thank you very much for the interesting poem and pictures!!! Mari
My pleasure Mari … thanks for stopping by.
I really like both your photos and words. I was in Wales recently, in the town where Dylan Thomas lived, and one of the houses there has similar “painted” windows, albeit of Dylan Thomas and his wife. Yours is a little darker but beautiful.
Hi Mary, thanks! Never visited Wales but would love to. I am kinda attracted to the dark, I find it balances the light perfectly 😉
These two are in fact mannequins in the window of the old (now defunct and heritage listed) Braidwood Maternity Hospital built in 1854. Not quite sure the figures in the attic windows are strictly heritage but there you go.
Thanks for dropping by and taking the time to leave a comment 🙂