What is it about run down buildings that stirs the imagination?
This crumbling facade inspired the poem Abandoned:
No voices linger,
not even the sound
of shattered glass
echoes, only bones
shedding flesh,
an unholy darkness
within, a mystery
shrouded in silence.
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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Both your photos are perfect for this week’s theme. Thanks for playing.
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Thanks Cee.
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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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Thanks so much. So many stories in abandoned places.
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