Falling Silent
A poem about ghost-like thoughts & winter light
Published in
1 min readOct 6, 2018
Held in light, great broken shafts
Arise, and find a way to fall,
Mesmerising. These pearly shadows
Mass, moving ghosts around the room,
Entirely ethereal. This single study
Retains my pensive self, at odds with the world:
Should the glow of former thought
Hold itself to today’s tinderbox?
Or would a cast of cooling air illume requisite reflection
In a world that’s chasing silence?
Winter-day wonders ❤ inspired by walks around SMK in Copenhagen and the utterly beautiful work of Hammershøi. If you enjoyed this, you might like to take a peek inside one of the boxes below…
