Rolled up papers have been unearthed
from the back of the cupboard where mysteries lurk.
and left, tantalisingly, on the shelf of the bookcase
in which a thousand stories sit.
A thousand stories that can never be told
yet inhabiting space between the pages
of the books, so old.
I know this feeling- it happens when I look at photos from my family archives of houses, gardens, and other venues with no people in them and no markings on the back. I wonder what they mean. Why they were important to capture on film but not important enough to designate what they were. Or did someone take the shot and then forget why it was significant. Mysteries that will never be solved. Good shot.
@olivetreeann more often perhaps, at the time it seems that no reminder is necessary - the situation and people are far too memorable to need recording.
I lovvve the antique tones so perfect for the subject of this image, and your accompanying words?? Beautiful!! I always knew you were very talented, but I never knew your wrote poetry. I'm so happy that I popped into 365 today and discovered this. I hope you are doing well!
