I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 November 2015

You Were a Face in a High Window, Watching

You looked out over the back yard, checking.
Were the lines of washing still propped up,
a forked stick braced on earth pushing them skyward?

Face in the mirror – here are you, staring out again
in my own contours and expressions:
a living ghost. (I understand you better now.)

High over my life I think your soul will keep on gazing,
window of sky through to forever, while I live.
Watching. Looking out for me, not the washing.

A word acrostic for Play it Again #23 at 'imaginary garden with real toads', partly inspired by Ingrid Jonker's 'Ladybird' and partly by Bjorn Rudberg's 'time travel' prompt which asks us to include past, present and future.

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  1. Like this poem very much, past present future integrated easily, with consistent imagery. A lot is communicated in few lines, nothing wasted. Anon.

  2. This is absolutely beautiful. I love the idea of her, watching over your life. I resonate with seeing her face emerging in your own - in my case my grandma's face began staring out of the mirror at me at fifty.........

  3. I think there are those days I see my father's face, and maybe also his mind too. Love the word acrostic poem embedded too.

  4. A silent admirer can be a boost to the reality of life's offerings.


  5. MY mother is probably like, "forget you, what about the laundry!"

  6. I am laughing at Shay's comment, but I do really love the image you have posed here--and the truth of finding the face of your mother in your face and contours--the forked stick lifting up the clothes etc--all wonderful--one of my favorites of yours actually. Thanks. k.

  7. This gave me a severe case of goose flesh, Rosemary. It doesn't get better than that.

  8. past present and future melded well
    nice write

    much love...

  9. Beautiful and sad, it seemed.

  10. Really beautiful, and I love your approach to the acrostic too.

  11. Wow...I really love the highlighted extra poem in this!! Brilliant work, Rosemary!!