Saturday, October 4, 2008

The Window

An old woman sits by her

window with elbows planted

firmly on the sill. Sharp

pointy things, frowning

disdainfully upon the

people below. She nurses

curses sifting and shifting

over a tongue of hemlock

pushing the sourness through

thin lips. “In my day society

had rules. We couldn’t do

any damn thing we pleased.”

Dust swirls just beyond her

shoulder as the window slams

shut, disturbing old memories

still sticky with regret.


Jannie Funster said...

"Old memories still sticky with regret," is such a great thought.

And you know what, she's right. There was a code back then. I miss that.

P.S. you might like my post today!


June said...

Nice. Just returned wondering how things are going down there now that a few weeks have passed.

Wordcrafter said...

This a wonderfully observed scene. (whether "in vivo" or mentally visited)

Cynthia said...

I often wonder, and perhaps know,
many an old woman and man are so
bitter about the freedom, people
possess these days, to live life as
they dream. I worked with one woman
who was so angry at many young women who work, barely able to hide
the glaring as they picked up their
children, and even worse when the
father would pick the children up,
she actually felt the father was
doing it all!

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Such a wonderful interaction with what this elderly woman is experiencing from within and without.

White Rose said...

Hey June, things are getting back to normal. There are still a few places without power, but they should have it on this week.

The debris in the neighborhood is finally getting picked up.

The Galveston area is going to take some time. So much destruction!