RDP Wednesday: DECOR
Andrew Wyeth
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
who was dragging her broken leg behind her
she was pushed down the road by the last rays of a cold red sun
floating like a leaf,
soundless, brittle, where was she going I wondered.
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
who was dragging her broken leg behind her
to an empty house with dusty windows
shaded by the skeletons of apple trees
they were never alive, I do not wonder
I followed the shadow
shaped like a woman
dragging her broken leg behind her
into a room with bare plaster walls
nothing alive in it’s walls, the attic is empty
the kitchen is as dead as the basement
We are alone
the shadow of the woman with the broken leg
and me, all that’s left of she could have been
two lonely shades, decorating the walls
of an empty room in an empty house
shaded by dead apple trees.
