By Tara Flaherty Guy
Nightly at dusk, as I draw close to home, I glimpse him down the road, this tired king.
Reigning from his wingback chair, so like a throne, his silver head rests against the lace doily pinned high on its curved back. Curtains drawn wide, his throne room on display, passersby in the street are permitted to look upon the king in his domain.
From the corner of the room—should travelers look closely—comes the flickering light of jesters capering behind their glass screen, bringing the day’s news to this aging ruler, so utterly confounded by the world beyond his realm.
great images
Thank you, Richard!
I really enjoyed this one. Great job, Tara!
Scott
So glad you liked it, thanks Scott!
Wow. Great image of our age. Lear in 2023.
You totally got what I was going for, thanks Loré!
Well done.
I appreciate it, thank you!
I love this. So many times glimpses of other lives seen through windows from the street while walking by have had a strong impact on me, and some stayed with me for years. There can be a powerful impact from those flashes. You have fleshed out one of those glimpses beautifully, and built a dignified and fascinating character.
Thank you Caroline, I’m glad you’ve had similar experiences, and that this resonated with you. I appreciate it!