Monday, December 20, 2010

Week in Seven Words #46

bespectacled
She tells me about her new glasses, what they look like, how she realized at school with the blackboard and clock getting fuzzier and fuzzier that she'd need them. Her words remind me of when I put on my own first pair of glasses, the summer before fifth grade. How I slid them up my nose in the optician's shop, and the little squares on the shop's screen door leapt out sharply, along with the trees beyond and the license plates on the cars parked by the curb.

cerise
The clouds are a powdery pink, and the glass walls of the building blush in the sunset.

commiseration
They're overworked, I'm overworked. We'll muddle through this together.

enigma
A wooden stairwell, carpeted, the air thick with potpurri and the banisters twined in holly. On the wall above the first landing a mirror hangs too high for people to see their reflection. In some places it's spotted a moldy black. I wonder, if I were to drag over a stepladder, what I'd see in its surface.

finals
Students, pale and sniffly from stress and lack of sleep.

lair
For a few hours each week I need to use an office in their building. The office they give me doesn't open at first to any keys; who knows what’s happened, I’m told, and who was the last person to have set foot in it - maybe the lock was changed. An aura of mystery builds around the room, until at last I’m given a key that works. The lock clicks, I find a small dark room, no window, no visible light switch, a desk rearing up with its legs sticking out like a creature making a last desperate defense of its lair. An empty thermos and a granola bar sit on the other desk. From the floor a phone occasionally purrs; its blinking red light hints at messages that may never be heard by human ears.

lull
People-watching from a library window. The first reckless forerunners of snow spin through the air.

6 comments:

m. heart said...

I am excitedly awaiting new glasses to be made so that I can be bespectacled myself. How exciting that I may be able to read for more than a half hour without my eyes revolting.

Lair. I was right in that room with you for a moment.

Lucy said...

I remember my first glasses too, and how the pavement seemed to be coming up to meet me as I came out of the optician's.

'Lair' gives me those kind of clenching butterflies such spaces do...

'Commiseration' and 'Finals' speak of cold and fatigue, I hope you get a chance of a good warm rest soon...

Cottage Garden said...

Cerise - 'clouds are a powdery pink' - I do miss looking upwards in a cityscape and watching the reflections of sky and scudding clouds. Tall glass buildings are few and far between here in rural Suffolk!

Wonderfully descriptive week #46 HKatz.

Jeanne
x

naida said...

I remember how excited my daughter was with her first pair of glasses. She said 'mommy I can see now' lol
Great week in words! I can totally relate to 'commiseration'.

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HKatz said...

How exciting that I may be able to read for more than a half hour without my eyes revolting.
Enjoy your new glasses!

'Lair' gives me those kind of clenching butterflies such spaces do...
I was more weirded out and amused :) But yes, it was creepy at first, especially as I couldn't find the light switch.

Tall glass buildings are few and far between here in rural Suffolk!
Settling someplace, there are trade-offs. The beautiful photos on your blog show how lovely rural Suffolk can be :) And that's one of the great things about blog-visiting: showing us places we rarely see.

I remember how excited my daughter was with her first pair of glasses. She said 'mommy I can see now' lol
Giving kids a pair of glasses they need, and seeing their excitement afterwards - it's cause for celebration.

Thanks all for visiting; I hope you're keeping warm.

Relyn said...

Lair took me completely into a book I rad. There was a furious searching through old rooms on a college campus. This took me right back to that book - same musty, slightly creepy feel. Love it!