In her boudoir are doors and drawers. Holding & hiding intimate things. All those attributes hidden underneath -- the "shh's" she does not share, but we all know are there. Supporting the image she seeks to be seen
And now are here for eyes keen to see
Her room is a world of gothic, pointed arches. Atop windows and mirrors, which reflect & reveal the creatures dwelling with her there
Such delicate & sensitive beings inhabit her innermost scene. They like to drape from & peep. About the places she tries to put them into. To keep
She cannot help that they exist within her space, private & deep
And now are here for eyes keen to see
Look into the glass which separates. It is a slight grace. Between the lines of public & privacy
--Christine Kincer 2010
If you stare, please. Do not glare. As to what you find here, it is quite rare -- believe you me -- windows & mirrors are set about discreetly. Allowing her concealed personalities to be seen.
You, she will not see in this secret window looking
To her it is but a mirror. Reflecting what does not appear. To herself so readily
Those creatures within & beneath the surface of things. Shy & not perfect. Sneaking out and peeking about
Will frighten away quite easily. If they catch a harsh gasp.
Peering at her & they severely
Enjoy the view, please. Of this interior place. Where close to the heart many things lay. And of which, she never really meant to be on display.
--Christine Kincer 2010
2 comments:
Your words that come from with in, Seam to always amaze me........ Keep up the great work ........
~~ME~~
Thank you, Anonymous Me! Your lovely & supportive words always means so much to me :)
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