Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.

The sight is dark and desolated. Above all in cloudy days like today. The place looks  abandoned and dirty. Pigeons are the only inhabitants. There is a roof with patches and a dark brick wall with several kind of pipes on it. The wall has a black door always closed. From the door starts a ruined stair descending to an abandoned surface with some debris, grass growing  and two  dirty semi cylindrical skylights.

It’s the back side of the  top of the old neighbouring building.

Ours is prettier because our building is white and has windows and balconies to the back side. I’m living in the second floor and my sight is not  good. But because our building is one of the tallest in our quarter, my neighbours of the upper floors can enjoy a nice panoramic of the old city from the back windows. I only can see the city from the front windows open to a nice square  you can see here

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door.
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Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist. In my fifties. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US, and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

15 thoughts on “Desolation

  1. Doobster418 says:

    Nice imagery for “desolation.” Reading your first paragraph I was reminded of the opening line of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, The Raven. “Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,”

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    1. Olga Brajnović says:

      It’s exactly what I see from my window. Thank you for your comment. I’ve never dreamed to write something that could remind to someone a poem of the great Poe.

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  2. Doobster418 says:

    Well, you succeeded in reminding me of Poe. I’m also reminded of the Longfellow poem,The Rainy Day

    THE DAY is cold, and dark, and dreary;
    It rains, and the wind is never weary;
    The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
    But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
    And the day is dark and dreary. 5

    My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
    It rains, and the wind is never weary;
    My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
    But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
    And the days are dark and dreary. 10

    Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
    Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
    Thy fate is the common fate of all,
    Into each life some rain must fall,
    Some days must be dark and dreary.

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    1. Olga Brajnović says:

      …. dark and dreary. It really defines the image I see from my back window. I didn’t know this poem. I liked it. Thank you.

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