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.

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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.

Tom

3 comments:

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.