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| "Haunted Windows." Auditorium: Old BHS, Brookfield, Missouri. |
Photo: jmh.
Postcard from Ruins, Brookfield
James Hart
Dear friend, today the snow capping
the ruined school
I see from my kitchen window evokes
gothic melancholy.
I wish it were cracked, crenellated
ruins, or a wall from
Caspar David Friedrich’s fabled
abbey looming among
wintry skeletons of ghostly trees. Some romance or masked
madness goes a long way to pass a
day away. The empty
window in the upper wall encloses one
black, glassless void
capturing shadows by day and
night. Instead of the mad
monk rambling in cloisters of
ruined time, one daft teacher
parades words across a black slate
board. His chalky
finger points to invisible children
remembered long ago,
before they fled his grim grammar
parsing plastered shards.
January 21, 2013
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