Painted Stories on Dusted Grounds

The wind blows, a wooden shudder bangs against the wall

Curtains would have blown with the wind, had they not fallen years ago

Peeled paint crumbles, falls, sailing back and forth before settling to rest

Painted stories on the dusted ground, one only I can tell

I can loan you images, silent movies with missing pieces, never telling the whole truth

But it’s what I can give for now, the rest kept safely hidden for another day

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2 thoughts on “Painted Stories on Dusted Grounds

  1. “a wooden shudder bangs against the wall” , such an interesting turn of phrase conflating shutter and shudder bringing the visceral response to the wind and the banging. Adding dimension to the whole of it. Was it intended?

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