From Egon Shiele’s House in Cesky Krumlov
Looking down on the Vltava river
yellow leaves splattering
the glassy surface. Seconds later
brushed away by the current.
Children playing in a kindergarten:
roars, rolling screams, cries of delight
colour the air. Years later
brushed away by the current.
There will be clothed trees again.
More children born to play, grow
up, stand at Shiele’s house, notice
those tumbling houses, contorted
by time, the trials of human bodies,
that some can never return but
refuse to be brushed away.
Matthew Friday is a writer, professional storyteller and primary school teacher. By all means check out the results at: matthewfriday.weebly.com/poetry