And when I spent a morning visiting
Remnants of another city’s bygone youth,
Passing through dark passageways to
Low-ceilinged rooms with faded tapestries
Lit solely by anemic daylight seeping in
Through narrow casement windows,
Climbing winding stairs as my
Tentative fingers traced a path along
Banisters worn smooth by other hands
In time well out of living memory,
I thought of a small girl who first
Glimpsed a past she had not lived
And felt her heartbeat quicken,
Sensing that she’d just discovered
The hidden life within all things,
Those silent sentinels of history.
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Three Word Wednesday prompt: history, narrow, spent
excellent poem with precise imagery!
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I felt I was exploring another countries history along with you.
This was definitely full of beautiful imagery. You certainly brought it alive.
P.S. Welcome back
Love the images of “hidden life” and “sentinels of history”. Lovely!
The stories that walls, buildings, and stairways would tell us if they could talk.
I like.
-Nicole
This was really a beautiful journey you took us on.
that was beautiful…
I thought of a small girl who first
Glimpsed a past she had not lived
Loved that. This is amazing, as usual. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.
Ah yes, I have seen that too. beautifully done.
Hey there! How’s married life? Smiles to you.
Your poem is beautiful, I just love it, the sense of mystery, the imagination, the inner worlds. Really well done.