Wednesday, January 3, 2018

The Door

The door    speaks
in creaks
and sighs
a warped wooden soldier
eyes ever forward
locked tight

          out, I whisper
          where the grain hints
          an ear.
          I pound his lapels
          till I fear
          he may fall
          upon me

                         but, see!  The whole doorway
                         from my fists!
                         Still the damn door hold fast
                         if I wish
                         to enter I must break
                         myself small
                         so's to slip
                         past the dead

For Midweek Motif~Doorway(s) at Poets United


Sioux Roslawski said...

Only you (and Shay) could write such a moving poem about a wooden door.

What a way to usher in 2018...

Blue Ivy said...

Still killin' it, girlie.

I love the secret SOS.

You should write way more often, chica. You leave such a hole when you don't.

Susan said...

Wow! So alive, so dead/ly. BOLT. indeed. This is my new favorite, forever. I will ever see the soldier there.

Sherry Marr said...

I especially like the door speaking in creaks and sighs, as old doors often do. I dont like doors where we have to break ourselves small to enter..........your work is so powerful. It is always a pleasure to read you.

Sara McNulty said...

Intriguing work. I almost jumped at the ending.

Thotpurge said...

Wonderful writing... maybe it's not the door that needs to be broken down.. just ourselves.

Kim Russell said...

You really brought the door to life! I love the dark ending.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Maybe it's not worth it? (See, I am fully involved.)

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Jillien said...

Really powerful. I loved your rhyming. makes me wonder who locked the door :D

The Bizza said...

Powerful and moving. Rather Shakespearean ("Out! Out, damned spot!").

Fireblossom said...

Or you could take things in hand and just use the handle. It's worked before, so I'm told.

Otoh sometimes things have to be broken to be re-set or reborn.

or tell Lurch to stop locking the fucking door.