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The Shed
a single candle is lit
in the center
of a darkened room
the erratic flicker
from its withered wick
casts eerie shadows
on the wall,
which dance carelessly
in the ambient glow
worn stone,
cracked and laden with moss,
compromises the walls
of this dilapidated shed
a sticky film
of cobwebs and dust
decorate an empty chair,
where the acrid smell of rust
fills the stale air
a miasma
of desuetude
and many years
of abandonment and neglect
O' this wretched place
where I used to reflect
in a dingy corner
a rickety bookshelf
stands in solus
against the wall,
filled with ancient tomes—
I must have read them all
their yellowed pages
tightly
bound
beneath sturdy,
leather covers
stretched thin
beneath their age
some days,
it feels like I never left this place
in the center
of a darkened room
the erratic flicker
from its withered wick
casts eerie shadows
on the wall,
which dance carelessly
in the ambient glow
worn stone,
cracked and laden with moss,
compromises the walls
of this dilapidated shed
a sticky film
of cobwebs and dust
decorate an empty chair,
where the acrid smell of rust
fills the stale air
a miasma
of desuetude
and many years
of abandonment and neglect
O' this wretched place
where I used to reflect
in a dingy corner
a rickety bookshelf
stands in solus
against the wall,
filled with ancient tomes—
I must have read them all
their yellowed pages
tightly
bound
beneath sturdy,
leather covers
stretched thin
beneath their age
some days,
it feels like I never left this place
Published 30th Oct 2020
Author's Note
Just trying something a little different... Kind of unintentionally in the spirit of Halloween. Enjoy!
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Halloween is a great holiday but it isn't happening this year. Keep on writing.
30th Oct 2020 11:44pm
31st Oct 2020 00:56am
31st Oct 2020 2:25am
This is truly beautiful, wonderful .. you capture the mood perfectly .. a well painted scene for the senses .. what ever this is ... keep it coming!
31st Oct 2020 3:30am
Dear NB,
There are two thoughts for me while I read this wonderful poem. The first was a young me hiding in my room to avoid family and reading the assigned books from school. I never understood how no one liked Jane Eyre, or Riki Tiki Tavi? The second was after reading this stanza “ a sticky film
of cobwebs and dust
decorate an empty chair,
where the acrid smell of rust
fills the stale air ” using this as a metaphor of neglect or abandon. While I didn’t smell or have cob webs in my hair, I always felt alone and left behind. Not exactly Miss Havisham but stuck. This piece speaks to me in this feeling. It’s a beautifully laid out write with tons of thoughtful images. Wonderful write. H🌷
There are two thoughts for me while I read this wonderful poem. The first was a young me hiding in my room to avoid family and reading the assigned books from school. I never understood how no one liked Jane Eyre, or Riki Tiki Tavi? The second was after reading this stanza “ a sticky film
of cobwebs and dust
decorate an empty chair,
where the acrid smell of rust
fills the stale air ” using this as a metaphor of neglect or abandon. While I didn’t smell or have cob webs in my hair, I always felt alone and left behind. Not exactly Miss Havisham but stuck. This piece speaks to me in this feeling. It’s a beautifully laid out write with tons of thoughtful images. Wonderful write. H🌷
Anonymous
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31st Oct 2020 7:51am
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31st Oct 2020 4:58pm
Anonymous
31st Oct 2020 7:05pm
Oh.
This is beautiful, and sad.
Your descriptions allowed us to see through your eyes as if being there.
Home. The only place that doesn't seem to change, and sometimes, the only place we wish would.
Very good, Happy Halloween. 🎃
This is beautiful, and sad.
Your descriptions allowed us to see through your eyes as if being there.
Home. The only place that doesn't seem to change, and sometimes, the only place we wish would.
Very good, Happy Halloween. 🎃
1st Nov 2020 1:13am
Excellent lively descriptions and mood setting. I loved that last line. I'm kind of speechless with this.
Beautiful work.
Beautiful work.
Anonymous
- Edited 5th Jan 2021 6:45am
1st Nov 2020 8:45am
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1st Nov 2020 10:59am
I love this. A very perfect and classic visualization.
A blissful purgatory.
Thank you for sharing!
A blissful purgatory.
Thank you for sharing!
I think you must’ve found MY childhood woodshed...lol, truly it’s a descriptive n solemn
work of ‘word-art’ 😊✌🏾
work of ‘word-art’ 😊✌🏾
1st Nov 2020 6:39pm
Great poem, it builds and build.
There is some great imagery in here which gives this piece real atmosphere 👍😀👌
There is some great imagery in here which gives this piece real atmosphere 👍😀👌
1st Nov 2020 10:09pm
2nd Nov 2020 4:18pm
A wonderfully painted little picture of your inner world... I appreciate the views within this room of yours... and the subtle glimpse into the physical inspirations that inspire you... 🔥
3rd Nov 2020 7:39am
3rd Nov 2020 11:26am
Well written, quite claustrophobic. I wouldn't want to return to a place like that.
Anonymous
- Edited 13th Nov 2020 2:45am
13th Nov 2020 2:44am
Wowzers NB........outstanding ink........I’m lost words.........you’re talent is never ending........RL for me.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
