Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Poem: From the Outside

From the Outside

From the outside,
the house is bright,
fall flowers still light
the neatly cut flower beds
below each window.

Inside it is dark,
a place of shadows,
sparse and fearful,
gothic, empty of color.

And you can never know
until the moment
you open the door
and walk in.


The picture is from outside Munich, Germany, one of Mad King Ludwig's castles in the Bavarian Alps. You can click on it for a larger version.



willow said...

Beautiful poem and photo. I happen to be rather partial to the dark and gothic, but you can't always judge a book by its cover.

Shadow said...

appearance can be so deceptive. beautifully expressed.

gingerhillery@mac.com said...

Hmmm. Appearances can indeed be so deceitful.