Downstairs Window

Downstairs Window


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.

Friday, 7 May 2010

Day 9: Coats (Sunday 9 May 2010)

Hanging in the quiet shadow at the bottom of the stairs on a wooden hanger, one over, one inside.

Small overcoats.