The House of the Hanged Man
Hanged man leaving time now to yesterday
A dimmed light a black in the windows bay
No children in garden or Christmas lights next year
Going on to death so leaves us bringing up the rear
Inspired perhaps by strange hanging fruit in the trees
Nuances rope chosen long ago a freedom the breeze
God bless go young man on to your destiny
PS
This really should have been titled “The house of the man who hanged himself “
But the famous painting by Paul Cezanne the famous French impressionist of the title drew me to it.
The view from my house looking down toward the dead mans house , the incline, the curve , the colour
of the building is so uncanny , so similar to the painting - its very melancholic .
This poor young man was buried on St Valentines Day last.
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