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"Triptych: The Haunted Emerald Windows" 


a story 
in 3 parts 
affixed to a wall

2 of the pieces 
fold 

left and middle
hidden 

the right 
plays part

of the symphony
in 3

but not 
the all

***

we remove ourselves
from the present
that is the past
we sink into the wall, 
through the right -
framed,
the portrait
of a story, 
but not 
the all,
we move forward
deep within a forest
towards the 
centre of the story
into the safety 
of a circle, 
drawn by the fingers
of trees;



outside the circle
2 of the pieces
fold,
left and middle 
hidden, closed.



the inner world 
of as above 
so below 
moves forward
within the story 
watched by
unfamiliar creatures 
that come 
and go 
reflected in 
the glow of shadows
within a strange forest
opening and closing
portals, illuminated
by the lights of 
phantoms 
moving through
the haunted 
emerald windows

***

at the edge of the forest
on the peripheral,
a child hesitates,
a snowy white owl
on the right shoulder
on the left a squirrel, 
the child faces 3 portals
left, right and middle 

(Ladylabyrinth / 2023)















"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
(The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost)
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