papered white,
there is one wall in
his room of spines for
a muse. His beautiful
abstraction ~ carved
& polished ~
hung as his
hourglass;
Inverting
light & time
with a resonance
of understanding as
beads of fiction fall*
*Colouring other walls vibrant
these spines shine
with jewels
imbibing
his souls'
faceted
light
with
hope
* * free * *
her * *
*
You decide, an Hourglass or a Keyhole?
When gifted with an empty 'box' to fill recently,
the poetess' curiosity found Hope remains... Inside :)
... an extract taken from Hesiod ~ Works and Days
&
a lyric from Adele ~ Rolling in Deep http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw
"Only Hope was left within her unbreakable house,
she remained under the lip of the jar, and did not fly away.
Before [she could], Pandora replaced the lid of the jar."
"Turn my sorrows into treasured gold....
you'll pay me back in kind,
and reap just what you sow"