For Jane

artwork and photography by Ginny Benton



Alone in pastel shades of hushed reverie

Warmed in cloak of leather-bound companion

Seen only through the spaniel’s drooping lid

Skittish fingers pick scabs of spirit gum

Rude remains of a face discarded

Hanging lifeless on vanity’s edge


She lives alone ‘neath  purple heather

Dried and thatched tight against the fall rains

Layered walls of earth-toned clay

Repel the chilling breath of woolfen wind

Steeled by Eyre’s solemn resolve

She waits for a faceless stranger





About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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7 Responses to For Jane

  1. Hmmmm…what does it mean Phil? Who is Jane? Maybe you don’t want to say..


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