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.