Today I walked past loads of doors
and, do you know, I had an urge
to reach and turn every handle;
see what lurks on the other side.
Something within us loves
hidden rooms, locked;
a key, a push, a creak,
a prisoner running free,
but tonight
when earth turns;
doors will bolt,
locked like clams,
holding tight
onto watery dreams.
It always makes me smile when someone captures a big moment inside a little one, as your poem does. Well done, indeed!
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ReplyDeleteto reach and turn every handle;
see what lurks on the other side."
Love that bit, kudos.
I liked this one. A lot. A big moment inside a little one indeed!
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