Forgotten Garden Gate
after Paul Verlaine
A rusted hinge creaks in the silence of a forgotten garden
The wooden slats worn smooth by time and weathered to grey
A faint scent of bloom clings to the air though the flowers are gone
In this abandoned place I find a strange peace a sense of being left
to the slow decay of things once loved
I took from Paul Verlaine his focus on small, intimate details and his ability to evoke a sense of melancholy and nostalgia. I applied this to the image of a forgotten garden gate, where the passage of time and the fleeting nature of beauty are palpable.