Some doors open on a thickly-peopled air Of moving shadows, those whose lives, long gone, Were spent there.... Some on a waiting silence - of expectancy For those to come; some to the musty smell Of mere desuetude; and some in constancy To the long loving years of sweet content In which the light of sun and moon have blent In lasting light that bids all dark farewell - Of such will this room tell.
Mary Stella Edwards, 1962.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Day 7: The Linen Cupboard (7 May 2010)
I opened up the linen cupboard, took out armfuls and hung all around the room to air.
Then I changed the cover of the white bed.
I searched through all the unfolded pile of linen until I found that one that you loved the best.