Sunday, August 02, 2015

carry me back

There's something restful and a little old-fashioned about curtains blowing in the breeze. 

I think of farm houses on the prairies, abandoned now to the elements, hollow window frames looking out over overgrown farmyards, while staring blankly inward. 

Where sod-busting women once prided themselves on keeping a home, the foxes and the bats have settled in, disturbed only by the whispers of long-gone ghosts hanging clothes on the line, by phantom echoes of sheets snapping dry in the hot dusty wind.

2 comments:

Erik Donald France said...

Beautiful image and imagery, Barbara ~ reminds me, those abandoned on the prairies, of seeing by rail so many crumpling structures in rural Portugal, albeit with tile roofs caving in.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I wonder if they would seem somehow more regal, those crumbling Portuguese structures, Erik, simply by nature of the exotic locale? Although, I guess, to some the prairies may seem exotic.