henry’s nose pressed it open

that solid door

light spread on frescoes

and stencils a plaster canvas

to an artists heart,

inside heavy paws

trod carefully

hazel eyes saw much,

virginia talking to E.M

flashbulb pop

of camera indulgence,

smoke swirled in wisps,

that kissed many brows

and lips,

laying still on the cool

floor

henry knew

this place was special

as where those who walked

and would as ghosts

in time to come.

charlestondoor

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Comments
  1. Tess Kincaid says:

    Excellent. And Happy Birthday!

  2. Truedessa says:

    a haunting piece..thanks for the walk within an artist’s heart…

  3. Anna :o] says:

    Special place indeed.
    Anna :o]

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