"Night Windows" by Edward Hopper, 1928
Voyeurism proliferates today
Watching, streaming, looking: these delight us
The looker can be looked at; what dismay!
‘Tis mete then, this dilemma to discuss
For from within the grim panopticon
We can feel smug and safe from others’ gaze;
You bend before the night, with your light on
And looking on, my eye instinct obeys
Who is revealed in this case, thee or me?
‘twould seem ‘tis me, for you are innocent:
Unwitting, you have made the creep privy
To your soft contours; nothing prurient
Onlookers are revealed as they look on
Night windows ought to have their curtains drawn
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
Ewww, this was both so gross and creepy! So well done!
Ooh, the creep places the blame on the watched. Icky. Good poem.
Oooof this was so creepy! Well done!