Friday, 1 November 2013

the space between

today, the space between
fell mesmerizing

and blanketed, softly,
in autumn leaves
the dark, bare, bumpy patches

cunningly, as though,
there never existed places, there,
where nothing beautiful could grow

for everything stretched forth,
seductively, in sunshine dapples
– mellow – cast, as if it was by nature,
compelled to cover every fault and flaw

until, at last . . .

a wild, rogue breeze kicked up
the tatters of the vibrant curtain

and revealed . . . the dirt, stark, damaged spots
that lay beneath the golden arras

there, always there
. . .  but, for a time, exquisitely . . . concealed

photo:  Pictured are two absolutely beautiful Public Heritage Buildings owned by the City of Vancouver – W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. Ah, what a nice moment you've captured, those stark, rough places briefly concealed from view. We all need such relief from time to time.

    And...another great photo!!! I want to be there.

  2. Thanks, once again, for taking the time to send along your kind comments, Janet - much appreciated. I must admit, the photography bug has indeed bitten and, days when the rain fails to threaten I often head off with Mike trampling over hill and dale for "shots". I had long thought of Vancouver, as a big, modern city (coming to it rather late in life), but indeed, there are many sites that harken to a slower, gentler pace. These houses in West Van, for example, (and are a leisurely walk to the heart of the busy downtown area) were built at the turn of the last century when there was a total of less the 15,000 people in the entire city. Amazing.

  3. I like Vancouver - and you have a keen eye.

  4. A gorgeous autumn poem! You captured this seasonal moment just spot on.