The Light in the Attic

Catherine Severac

Catherine Severac

The light in the attic
   has burnt out
   and I sit now
among the shadows
   of the places
   we once knew
pictures but of words
   printed pages
albums of snap`shots
   scribbled down
   at the day’s end
of the things we saw
   an old grist`mill
   a blue vineyard
without anticipation
   of another time
   in another life

“The eye has knowledge the mind cannot share” ~ Hayden Carruth


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to The Light in the Attic

  1. Crow says:


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  2. so much better than bats in the belfry – love the quote

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