Theatre and book reviews by Janice Dempsey
Bleak winter blue of hazy sky.
Flat horizon far away and featureless.
Low rectangle of brick and ginger tile. Nearby
the wooden garage like a child’s construction:
a triangle a square. The drive
a rhombus of perspective lines.
A conifer stands like a guardsman in a bearskin.
I know this is a home with warmth inside.
I’ll soften this geometry, paint reality.
© Janice Windle 2013