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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Home And Escape

Another presence
is marked by eerie groans
that make one inclined to blow a kiss
towards those burdened door hinges.
Shelves line a far wall
and are themselves lined
with silent faces;
reminders, remarks and renditions
their static colors,
time's wrinkle is dusted over
the room like spiders webs
swaying in a wandering draft.
A mirror stained by wavering flame
offers a shy peak into the stories
adorning the other side of Nora's
jumbled abode...
home and escape embodied
under the same flickering lamp.


Nick James said...

Do you win many contest?

CathM said...

“time’s wrinkle is dusted...” – what a fabulous image!

This a lovely poem, Sarah.