Wednesday, 8 January 2014


The Woman in the Doorway

Her face peers; with a far-off look
across the road – waiting for a sign

Not recognising me; a stranger,
She goes back inside, to hide;
retreating into her empty nest.

She leaves the front door open wide,
Ready to greet a face;
I wanted to wave at her, to smile,
But she is gone…

I look back down the hill
at the pretty blue
and white cottage,
her abode – adorned with flowers.

I saw this women standing in her doorway, in Kerry. Their was something quaint about her and the cottage; which inspired me.  

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