Wednesday 10 November 2010

Sleep Tight

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.

4 comments:

  1. 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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  2. "I had an urge
    to reach and turn every handle;
    see what lurks on the other side."

    Love that bit, kudos.

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  3. I liked this one. A lot. A big moment inside a little one indeed!

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