A poem that [hopefully] shows as it tells.
Forgotten Scaffolding
Three stories high.
You would get a good view from the top,
up two thin aluminium ladders, that bend.
This outline in poles and boards
has decorated the house across the way
for nine weeks or more.
I notice it this morning,
see it fresh, as if with new eyes,
it stands like the sketch
of someone’s late night, great idea,
that having been slept on
is never spoken of again.
I have no idea what this is.
Forgotten Scaffolding
Three stories high.
You would get a good view from the top,
up two thin aluminium ladders, that bend.
This outline in poles and boards
has decorated the house across the way
for nine weeks or more.
I notice it this morning,
see it fresh, as if with new eyes,
it stands like the sketch
of someone’s late night, great idea,
that having been slept on
is never spoken of again.
I am half tempted to leave this post as it is.
Let us hope normal service is resumed soon...
No comments:
Post a Comment