Her Window

Her window looked on the street below

Where people lived and life could flow

to and fro

as it does

No matter what the day

or year

or mood

or veneer

of joy or peace

or wealth

and such things

that charge the nation’s pulse.

Now as she stood

she sensed a shift

A weight, a worry

A furrowed brow ...

But no, something more

.. a lightness at the glance

of a second chance.

When this passes and all will be well
again

And Life will flow ... on her street below


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I worked from home and spent many hours at computer screen today

But needed to do something creative, so

I painted this little homage to Vilhelm Hammershoi

https://youtu.be/fhQmS8KJeUo


See culturium link here (just ignore Seneca’s ramblings, but you get a look at Vilhelm’s paintings. Aren’t they wonderful and so expressive of social distancing and isolation

https://www.facebook.com/657027444408404/posts/1239270966184046?sfns=mo

A danish painter, much loved by me and Michael Palin

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Had homemade chicken curry and will spend the evening doing my Van Gogh (very difficult jigsaw).

Happy Wed evening blippers