The Souls Of Household Objects

things that are here

So familiar they cannot be viewed, gnostic perhaps,

each embodied with spirit, trapped in recall,

an earless china dog of unknown origin,

looking stupidly into the living room,

a black-and-white portrait of a Victorian aunt,

strict and cheerless, framed in something faking silver,

children captured free of sin, a moment of innocence,

a wedding picture, frozen, now of strangers,

a postcard from Vienna, retouched with eye bending colours.

The big brown clock fails to tick.

The smell of dusty leather and dried flowers.

Surrounded by things I can now never change.

Reviews

[Anonymous]

One of my favourites of your work, I like how it sets a paticular scene and mood and each unique to the different objects.

[Ken Simm.]

I like the gnostic dichotomy you place in this from the start. The mood transmitted is excellent.

[Southern Cross]

Beautiful work..Such meaning in the last line, "surrounded by things I can now never change" I could see the memories come alive in all the things in the room. Then, I glanced at my own decor ..each item a glimpse of a past that has become a piece of our puzzle

[recantichize]

i love taking ordinary things and showing their beauty, magic, and mystery. thank you,