The Upstairs Window

July 29th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor

The curtains hung in shreds.

The once beautiful yards of lace

A delicate balance

Of still life and motion.

Stirred by summer’s hand.

Stilled by winter’s chill.

Where sunlight paused

To consider a dance

With an empty veil.

Who shut the window

For the last time

Letting dust gather at the sill,

Never turning to look back ?

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3 Responses to “The Upstairs Window”

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    I have read every single one of your poems – this is my favorite. the curtain looks like the one in my aunt”s house.

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    This my favorite poem – I can just visualize the window.

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