Concealed behind that plain façade silently observing yet unobserved you creep along obscure corridors listening at keyholes, capturing confidences pocketing intrigues and salting them away.
Green mantle cloaked, you traverse the town sniffing out secrets, ferreting for indiscretions licking spoons that stir the pot snatching skeletons from cupboards to one day share and spill.
Nothing escapes your inimical attention under your watch, people scarcely sleep they mind their tongues, mind other people’s but blank of countenance and with eyeless innocence for now your secrets stay safe with me.
each night, enveloped in scarlet golden sun slides under blue blankets gossamer strands of lingering light caress cooling sands waves wash upon the shore, breaking breaking, unceasingly breaking erasing away the day
each night, cloaked in obsidian silver moon shakes out her gown scattering glittering pennies over wine-dark skies waves wash upon the shore, breaking breaking, unceasingly breaking hailing a new dawn
humankind turned upside-down keeping safe’s what matters all around the world economies in tatters scientists in overdrive to keep one step ahead corruption, disruption stop now, keep your head mixed message, fake news sops to the masses governments in disarray staying put’s what matters
Image credit; Lance Anderson @ Unsplash The image shows tall skyscrapers lit in the evening light. In the front there is a small pale-coloured house resting at an angle on the ground, one side of it raised from the ground.
Look at her a face illuminated by street lamps, by passing cars she watches, she waits the expression on her face is one of… nothingness.
Look at her dark circles under her eyes, a bruise on her cheek hidden by her hair the look in her eyes is one of… emptiness.
Look at her what did he do? what do you do? while she’s beaten and broken one woman, one of many, living in… hopelessness.
Society sleepwalks, liberals shake their heads say wise but empty words, while behind closed doors this never ends.
A woman is killed every three hours in South Africa, according to police statistics – a rate five times the world average. Half are murdered by men with whom they had a close relationship.
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #56photo prompt. Image credit: Phmaxiestevez @ Pixabay (The image shows a young woman looking out the glass pane of a partially open door, with an indecipherable expression).
Unknown waters lie ahead, our future is opaque, obscure, still uncharted
No more mapped out milestones, no glittering goals to accomplish
Certainty has ceased, while we clutch at withered straws
Ever searching for proper patterns to pursue, the
Return to routine, to the mindful mundane
That frees us, and comforts us
And will sustain our souls
If only in illusion.
No chance of
Written in response toSadje’sWhat Do You See #54photo prompt. Image credit: Evan Clark, Unsplash (The image shows a person precariously balanced, standing on a fallen tree trunk hanging over a body of water).