Sunday 17 February 2013

Broken



                                                                                Wind of History by Jacek Yerka



the candlelight glows stark

from  a darkened window

broken glass

glints

in the mud

the dusk light fades to pewter

distant owls call and feather

fine mist that curls to  bark

 black branches

ghosts hiding

broken stone

chipped and lichen holds tight to walls

i  walk in deadly rooms

the pretty paper now dank and peeling

ashes of roses 

rank in the air

silverfish dart through plaster cracks

 broken dreams 

hide in linen folds

as my  thoughts are held fast 

by gnarly flint

rescued one day

last spring 

when it was safe

before the rain

before the mud

before you left.





Copyright Kay Davies Feb 2013

Go over to The Mag to see the other poets work on this fantastic

prompt picture from Tess.

20 comments:

  1. So vivid... and the ending is amazing (although sad, unexpected)!

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  2. very lonely- your words have created such intense images

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  3. Describes the emptiness after someone has left. Excellent!

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  4. I walked right along with you...very evocative...

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  5. Very nice, Kay. What I loved best:
    "when it was safe
    before the rain
    before the mud
    before you left."

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  6. This is sad- and I love the roses and linen details, thanks!

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  7. Incredible images here ... set such a melancholy mood. Great write!

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  8. Longing so deep, poignant and very touching.

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  9. Nice take on the painting!!
    Well done
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  10. nice images here - it does have a feel of the kinda house where Miss Havisham might have lived

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  11. thanks for all your comments...i also thought of Miss Haversham when I saw the picture....she is one of my favourite Dickens characters....thank you all so much for dropping by..xx Kay

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  12. I like the way you've used "mud"...

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  13. Wistful melancholy. Well done.

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  14. Oh Kay, so sad and the picture you have chosen to go with it, is just right! Love Linda x

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  15. Hello Kay, such sad words, and I just love 'ashes of roses'. The picture matches the words brilliantly. Love Linda x

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  16. Love the intensity ... yes, quite Dickensian in tone!

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  17. Hello Kay, so glad you were there. Thank you for popping in. I hope my sis will let me have the photos soon. Lots of love, Linda x

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  18. I feel the chill, and the forever dampness..you did this so brilliantly..won't look for this place!

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  19. There is such emotion in this...the ending was unexpected...how haunted a place becomes when love leaves.

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