Moving On

Moving On


Perished drapes, like moth-wing dust,

on weakened floor, long trodden.

Wishful windows latch with rust

by once story-chair, forgotten.


Tales got stirred in peeling paint,

layers dimmed in the shade.

Shadows left, and left their taint,

in melancholy jade.


An unlit fire; cold mantlepiece

holds withered blooms, crestfallen.

Hinges squealed in days gone by,

but got silenced by the solemn.


He had to leave his crumbling shell

the roof caused too much pain.

Troubled tiles gripped hard, he fell

as the rafters took the strain.


The colours of his life took flight;

suffocation gave no space.

He opened doors towards fresh light,

then found he had a place.


On looking out, his eyes arose

with mettle re-awoken:

butterflies sleep with their wings closed,

moths rest, with their wings open.

Janette Ostle
Jan 31 2021

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Loved this piece it depicts the sadness within the picture but ends with fresh beginnings.

Eileen O'Reilly
Apr 3 2021

It reminds me that whenever you look back at your old life thats gone there is always a new life in front of you like the butterfly and the moth.

Thomas Armstrong
Apr 2 2021


Rod Webb
Apr 2 2021

I love this piece - it evokes the dust in my throat - such a clear picture

Jennifer Lucas
Mar 29 2021

I loved the jaded feel of this, Janette - you can feel the dust in your nostrils and see the faded colours 👍🏻

Jennifer Lucas
Mar 7 2021

Very powerful writing - knocks the breath out of me...

Paul Sterlini
Feb 11 2021

Amazing - simply beautiful.

Rod Webb
Feb 6 2021