I'm "fudging" a bit, using an entry for one of my art challenges, but the poem is ekphrastic, inspired by the photo of the deserted stair that seemed to lead nowhere.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
October 18, 2020.
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Nice one Bev.
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I love mystery and things old. Charming piece, this one is. I enjoyed both words and image.
ReplyDeleteMysterious indeed! And beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteA most delightful combo, Bev. Art plus poetry! I loved it.
ReplyDeleteTime passes and what was useful once now appears abandoned and our minds then wonder what story is behind it. As a young boyr I can remenber occasionally coming across such relics with intrigue. What a great read!
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your poem, Beverly, the rhymes and the story it wove. i think it is a great response to the art challenge. :)
ReplyDeleteSweet. Makes me want to climb and wonder why.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the pondering, Bev. I'm often of the same mind when I run into a structure that has been around for a while. I believe it honors an old place when we take the time to think who built it.
ReplyDeleteI've seen stairs like that on my rambles here and there (in better times when rambling was still possible) and have done my share of daydreaming too.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of visiting our local arboretum & being thankful for all the scouts and families who came before who gave benches and swings for grateful walkers. A poem that carries both mystery and grace. :)
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