‘Tis very late… Somehow the weekend is already coming to a close, marking the end of another week. And slowly but surely this year is marching to the finish, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it…
Anyways, my feelings are entirely disconnected to the poem I’m going to share with you all today. 😀 The prompt was to write about some abandoned place… and this was the result.
Light tiptoes down the hall, busy –
spinning shadow spiderwebs from the ceiling,
poking curious fingers beneath a forgotten newspaper.
No time to notice:
the brassy fly knocking on a molded window,
dust sleeping in the corner.
Pea green paint slips from tired walls,
soaked with yesterday’s rain that dripped
through a jagged skylight.
A blue model plane with a broken wing lies quiet,
flight shattered, alone on an empty floor –
small grave, no flowers.
I’d love to hear your thoughts about this poem in the comments! Do you see beauty in abandoned places? Do they strike emotion in you?