Charleston Farmhouse Door
It could have been inviting.
An assemblage of colors
whose meaning is subject
to ones interpretation.
I fancied a room, a child's room.
A room from long ago,
whose inhabitant unseen
for one reason or another
for numerous years
while a proxy kept
watch over it and for
the return of the child
grown.
But the lock withdrew
any invitation to the room.
A room unchanged
perhaps dusted pristine.
Perhaps too painful
the memories-
to be reconstructed;
too painful to forget.
Michael A. Wells (c) 2013
12 comments:
Michael, I thoroughly enjoyed this. I found myself creating scenarios - little side stories if you will - about what might have happened to the child. Intriguing .........
Not inviting but resisting discovery. Very nice.
Sad.
Paradoxical Bind !
Very much the empty nest - and likely to remain so until the inhabitant unlocks more than the door I think.
Your thoughtful words suit the image perfectly wow and for some reason it makes me think of my grandmothers mysterious childhood
How imaginative. :-) Beautiful writing. :-)
~Imelda
My first thought was of a child's bedroom too - with some awful or sad secret locked behind it...
Love what you took from the image.
Anna :o]
So very beautiful writing......
universe will not hand it over to you
Oh yes...this especially struck a chord with me...
Beautifully penned!
Oh, yes. I can understand the reluctance to re-enter.
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