Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Poem 100!!!

JA, at the Window

Smiling enigmatically, 
inwardly
listening to gentle creaks 
and sputtering 
wax, twigs tapping at the window,
and beloved voices
--muffled by walls and hallways--
the sounds of daily life
she sees in her minds eye 
what a passer-by might glance:
a rich, golden glow 
a cozily lit room that looks 
warmer than it ever really is and 
--through frost-etched glass--
a woman 
placing a pen carefully in its holder 
slipping a sheaf of small, neat pages 
     into her sloping desk and 
smiling enigmatically, 
inwardly
listening to gentle creaks 
and sputtering 
wax, twigs tapping at the window 
and beloved voices 
--muffled by walls and hallways.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six


Chawton Cottage garden, Tony Grant, London Calling