At dusk. // Imagine Poetry Series. // 60.
words in a novel
took hostage the shadows
of her french dining chair,
of those puppets dancing on air,
of those dummies savouring the final
scraps of daylight.
Wonder spied from its throne,
the ignorance of its mistress
about the tale unfolding
behind her back.
way too often
the history repeats itself,
as the stories printed on those pages
poured from her very soul.
That’s it for this week’s Imagine series. Created for your entertainment either to transport you to another realm or to make you smile/laugh at my less-than-stellar poetry.
Check out the ‘Week 60’ section from my ‘Mood Board’ over on Pinterest if you want to see what inspired this poem.
Thank you for reading!