Old buildings

Ornate facades

Behind them lay

Tumbled down staircases

Missing bricks

Broken panes of glass

Step

Carefully

I saw a woman

She had lost her son

Recently

Her face was calm

Some milk

A loaf of bread under one arm

I wanted to trail behind

Protective

Stupid I guess

But if someone didn’t know

They would think she was fine

Happy as they come

Maybe reverse into her car

Unexpectedly

Or shout

Uneven pathways

Broken concrete

Behind the facades

We are all crumbling

Go kindly

Header photo – wouldn’t be able to be taken at this angle now. It is part of an old pub beside which we are building a new shopping complex. I took it a few week-ends ago when I was on site for the morning. Beautiful old bricks and tumbled down aged textures.

A couple of older posts https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2020/03/23/head-for-the-sun-it-will-come/

And https://athousandbitsofpaper.com/2020/02/03/water-divining-inspiration-poetry/