Through wooded fog
fades the day, abandoned to the grey,
lost road, lost home - belonging to no one
Pictures found upon a mantle, dust and charcoal,
photos framed in rusty metal,
sepia shadows, a broken mirror
Collections of rocks and bones,
letters and sealing wax,
china cups, stained and cracked
Musty pages of paperbacks,
remnants of a life long ago.
Memories, pressed flowers of fading bells,
little relics, loved
so well
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Through wooded fog
fades the day, abandoned to the grey,
lost road, lost home - belonging to no one
Pictures found upon a mantle, dust and charcoal,
photos framed in rusty metal,
sepia shadows, a broken mirror
Collections of rocks and bones,
letters and sealing wax,
china cups, stained and cracked
Musty pages of paperbacks,
remnants of a life long ago.
Memories, pressed flowers of fading bells,
little relics, loved
so well
this is commentary on a house I came upon one time while on Unga island in Alaska. Unga was once a thriving village, with a fish cannery. It is now abandoned, with quite a few houses still remaining.
http://content.lib.washington.edu/cdm4/item_viewer.php?CISOROOT=/thwaites&CISOPTR;=223
