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
Keyword:Facade
Hmmmm…what does it mean Phil? Who is Jane? Maybe you don’t want to say..
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The faceless woman maybe? Or Jane Eyre? Plain Jane?
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I love it 🙂
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Thank you! I was just reading your Pretentious Sun. I liked it very much.
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Welcome and thank you for liking my poem 🙂
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Lovely. Your description flows well, Phil.
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Thank you Audrey, appreciate it very much.
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