Venetian Blindness

Venetian blind, detail

Venetian blind, detail (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Single eye peaks
Between the slats
Venetian blindness

Distorted imagery
Fingers holding plastic
Bereft of kindness

Secret observation
Wearing a mask of lines
Watching them undress

Solo obsession
Brittle and quiet now
Venetian blindness

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

 

Here in Australia we call window blinds which are horizontal slats ‘venetian blinds’ – thought I should note that in case they are called something else in some other countries, in which case the play on words would not be comprehensible.  🙂

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19 Responses to Venetian Blindness

  1. This poem made me remember those times where something was happening outside and we would do as you say, with one finger, give us a chance to spy on the neighbours or what ever else was happening. though they did rattle terribly in the breeze.

  2. lala1966's avatar lala1966 says:

    I have been in The USA all my life and I have heard them called venetian blinds quite often, so I think others at least from here will get it 😉

  3. Don’t forget the gangster venetian blindness. . . see. . .holed up . . .see. . . and then the coppers tell ’em to come out. . . see. . .and they squeeze open a slat and yell, “You’ll never take me alive you dirty copper.”

  4. Clever, and the word play fits here in the US, too. 🙂

  5. Skye's avatar Skye says:

    It does work in the US….very clever, Sis!!! Monday hugs sent your way!! 🙂 xxxx

  6. Paloma's avatar jrosenberry1 says:

    Creepy-good poetry. 🙂

  7. taleweavering's avatar phylor says:

    Here they are called venetian blinds too. I call them something worse (they come with our rental house; I’m getting off topic but I hate those d**n things! Until reading your express poem, all I ever thought of them as being was a pain in the b**t to clean; now I have a whole new image. I’ll never look at them quite the same.

  8. fibee5's avatar fibee5 says:

    I liked the play on words 🙂

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