Sunday, April 07, 2013

shadow lens

eyes in the trees
formed by the play of branches and air
gaze into a world of lazy focus and wool-gathering
they are the descendants of wood panel afternoons
where nymphs and monsters ruled the walls
shifting in and out of vision in a kingdom of badly pressed particleboard 


Lovejone said...

WoW... I just stumbled onto your blog this afternoon and this piece just brought so many memories of my lazy - childhood days when all I had to worry about were those scary faces made by shadows... actually they still do scare me. I don't think that we ever do grow up really... we just put up a brave face instead :)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

How very true, Lovejone! It doesn't take much to transport me back to that kid who saw faces in the wood panelling.