Poem 100!!!

JA, at the Window

Smiling enigmatically, 

inwardly

listening to gentle creaks 

and sputtering 

wax, twigs tapping at the window,

and beloved voices

--muffled by walls and hallways--

the sounds of daily life

she sees in her minds eye 

what a passer-by might glance:

a rich, golden glow 

a cozily lit room that looks 

warmer than it ever really is and 

--through frost-etched glass--

a woman 

placing a pen carefully in its holder 

slipping a sheaf of small, neat pages 

     into her sloping desk and 

smiling enigmatically, 

inwardly

listening to gentle creaks 

and sputtering 

wax, twigs tapping at the window 

and beloved voices 

--muffled by walls and hallways.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Chawton Cottage garden, Tony Grant, London Calling