CFFC: Dilapitated

What is it about run down buildings that stirs the imagination?

This crumbling facade inspired the poem Abandoned:

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No voices linger,
not even the sound
of shattered glass
echoes, only bones

shedding flesh,
an unholy darkness
within, a mystery
shrouded in silence.

Momsschool

This is the schoolhouse where my mother-in-law had her first job as a teacher, at the age of 18.

(This post inspired by Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge:  Barns or Dilapidated Buildings)

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Writer, avid reader, former educator, and proud grandmother, currently experiencing life through the lens of ME/CFS. Words are, and always have been, a lifeline. Some of the best adventures, I'm discovering, take place in the imagination.

4 thoughts on “CFFC: Dilapitated

  1. I love abandoned buildings. I find I personify them; I want to imagine them the silent watchers and keepers of secrets. I can’t help but stop and imagine them full of life and loved; sometimes it isn’t so rosy. Loved your poem.

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