They all go home,
leaning on the arms
of their chosen loves
laughter fading into
the gathering dusk
They all go home,
silence dense and
enlarged, like a woodland
in the absence
of bird and leaf
They all go home
but she who wanders
returning the stares of
empty chairs
looking for love
Janet Martin
Ghost-like and lovely...
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the eerie quality in the photo with your words ~ love it Janet!
ReplyDeleteAlso, been meaning to tell you I like the background change ~ very wintry :)
Woke up to a rainy and dreary Monday here, hope it's not like that up where you are (I'm hoping for at least a little sunshine today!)
Thank-you, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou sense hope in the mist and emptiness? So evenly expressed in this poem!
ReplyDeleteRick
Empty chairs looking for love ... what a great take on the photo!
ReplyDeleteThank-you, Helen
ReplyDeletedef eeire...that they all go home except for her...i hope she finds what she awaits...
ReplyDeleteHaunting and yearning. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank-you, Brian and Tumblewords
ReplyDeleteThey all go home
ReplyDeletebut she who wanders
returning the stares of
empty chairs
looking for love
love this, divine ending, fabulous magpie.
Very nice.
ReplyDeleteI especially like "a woodland in the absence of a bird or leaf."