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
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.
oh i love curtains...my grandma had an obsession about changing them
ReplyDeleteI remember them blowing in the gentle summer breeze
beautiful photos
What a beautiful piece you wrote on something so ordinary, Joan. You really are a poet. Loved it.
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