These are the times when I can be transported. This could be a movie set for some indolent film of the languid South. Or it could be the attic room of an ancient estate on the moors or in the highlands. The juxtaposition of the tangled vines and the rigid grid of the window and radiator creates an eerie effect, as does the absence of colour.
I have just finished reading a blog posting of some Haiku created by the author. Here's my take.
Carry me away
To an artist's chamber. Then,
Let me think and dream.
Have a magical day!!