Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Early morning, Timisoara
The slightest layer of dust – more a regret than an accusation, more sensed in the throat, than seen
Two Chinese porcelains – small and portable, memories of wealth and a very minor bank-role against a desperate future.
A half consumed candle - antiqued and aromatic.
A stool – anachronistic in colour, shape and style – carried in for a forgotten use; never returned. Two irritating buttons and a re-stitched side split straining for its liberty.
A paper sundial – transported explanation and relic of madder days of enthusiasm. Soiled with the dirt of another place, faded through use and extreme in its accuracy.
Patterned shadows as the early spring sun pushes through the lace curtains ‘tattooing’ the wall with prison pin-pricks – an etiolated band of bondage to time, and the endless repartitions of the diurnal and seasonal.
Labels: akfarrar, Know Thyself, OU, Timisoara, writing exercise
