Wednesday, September 22, 2010

stairway to nowhere


stairway to nowhere
i climbed these steps

one by one

slowly

deliberately

not because they went anywhere

but because i loved the form of them

i loved the moss on them

i loved the creeping vines

i loved the look and feel of the cold damp stone

and as i walked back down i wondered

if they ever did lead to somewhere

that time one day erased


Poem and Photos by audrey

15 comments:

Terra said...

I love the last lines where you wonder.

yoborobo said...

Beautiful poem, Audrey. I think they look magical - like stairs to another world. Maybe a fairy world. :) xox Pam

Marlene said...

Beautiful both the words and the picture. Those stairs are magical and stir up images of long ago.

Anonymous said...

Perhaps these are the "secret" stairs to your dreams and you need to figure out the method of entrance. Perhaps there is a pot of golf beneath the vines? Perhaps you found the area to share with all your followers so that they, too, can speculate. Have enjoyed seeing and daydreaming. Love your sister

La Dolce Vita said...

well!! that double entry paid off!! you WON MY HEART! so send me your snail mail addy and I will mail it off to you! xox

Anne Huskey-Lockard said...

Love the stairs Audrey. It does make you wonder if they were to a larger garden, a path to a house or shed, where did they go?
They are so beautifully made; is this on your property?

XXOO~~♥
Anne

Linda in New Mexico said...

Words, photos both are very thoughtful and beautiful. There is a mystery to the both. The Olde Bagg

Destroy, she said said...

fairy fish...
how did you know i was bored.

im still bored...
i'd better climb those steps.

Deborah said...

Oh my, they are beautiful and intriguing. We don't have moss here. I want moss. Love your poem, oh clever one! **kisskiss** Deb

Ces said...

Oh gees! This is my third attempt to leave a comment. My Firefox keeps crashing.

Audrey, I love stairs, man=made or natural. Wonder where the steps led to, in the past.

Anonymous said...

I HAVE STEPS LIKE THESE, AND THEY WALK RIGHT UP TO MY WELL CURB AT MY OLD HOUSE. HUGS TO YOU``` LINDA

Annotated Margins said...

What a wonderful flight of stairs to ascend or descend, no matter whether they ascend or descend to anywhere or nowhere.

Jan said...

I missed this post, seems I have missed a few of yours, sorry. Love the photos and the poem, very evocative of something that is gone but not forgotten. Hope you are well and having a good autumn weekend.♥

Bella Sinclair said...

Beautiful cascade of stone and poetry, Audrey! I love stonework, especially one that looks like it has history and silent stories. I wouldn't be surprised if you found yourself whisked to a magical world when you reached the top.

Have a great weekend!

Shelby said...

I love old stairs. Down at the beach there are some old stairs with rusty railings and the stairs drop off above the sand. I imagine all the passed tides at those stairs.