|Big Room, 1948, by Andrew Wyeth|
I see us
in this big room
of taciturn shadows
ribboned with luminous light.
The appeal of opposites,
my lips greedy,
yours tinctured with generosity.
As the tickling of seasons
flaunt change beyond the windowpane,
alternately layering blankets of snow
and flowers upon your grave,
within these parchment colored walls,
time hovers, inert,
and I breath you in
as I stand upon the threshold
of this big room.
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, August 28, 2012
This is in response to The Mag 132 challenge to write a poem or short vignette using the weekly photo (the image at the top of this post).
I have also linked with dVerse Open Link Night #59.