She opens the door to a small room.
On the walls are an erratic sprawl of pictures, some in
frames, some pinned to the wall with brass tacks.
Photographs of days past, paintings of days dreamt up.
To the left is a large glass fronted dresser filled
with a mixture of crockery and dinner ware.
A lone tea cup, with purple heather and a gold rim,
sits on the top shelf filled with foreign currency.
Out of date and out of use.
The house is calm and quiet.
The girl sits in a small green arm chair,
folds her hands in her lap and closes her eyes.
1 comment:
Beautiful :)
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