Untitled F Poem by Andy Brookes

Curtains a word to close, to block out, to end the day, days end
curtains, heavy velvet like Gran's, with tassels and attendant curlicues, brown as dark chocolate holding the dust of a millennia.

curtains, net white, like a bridal veil which hid us from the world.
like those of my own home growing up, fancy prints busy with their own importance.
seasonal change from summers light muslin to winters thick brocade.

curtains, purple, of the confessional, thick to hide your sins or to absorb your absolution.
That tight box veiled while priest muttered tut and ohs that creaked with its own redemption

curtains, white which float on summer air casting their shadows on the walls as we made love,
swaying to our rhythms.

curtains closing as we watched your coffin, slowly slide into eternity.
closing a chapter in my life, the last of yours.

curtains, a word to close or to open on a bright new day.