Sunday, May 27, 2012


hang a curtain
against the light of the sun

the might of the star
we circle endlessly

hang a curtain for  beauty

a soft lace of femininity

and gracefulness 

hang a curtain
for a private life

no prying eyes 

 hang a curtain
for mystery

and dreams
and fantasy

hang a curtain across 
the past
the gone and forgotten days...

I took these photos this morning at the house of a friend while a cup of tea was being made for sharing.

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  1. oh i love grandma had an obsession about changing them
    I remember them blowing in the gentle summer breeze
    beautiful photos

  2. What a beautiful piece you wrote on something so ordinary, Joan. You really are a poet. Loved it.