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Saturday, February 10, 2007

The Secret Door ~ continued


http://www.flickr.com/photos/seasiderosegarden/ This picture belongs to Seaside Rosegarden .It is of her mother's house.




Dark of stormy night
No stars in sight
A sky intensely cold
Tonight there is no moon of gold

Too frail, too old
My hands so icy cold
The keyhole I must find
And get a hold
To unlock this door’s dead bolt

In uneven hand I hit upon
The key within the hole
And as I turn a notch
I hear the ticking of a watch
And the unlocking of a latch

Warily I walk into the darkened hall
My mortal body sustains itself
Up against the wall
Swallowed up in the warmth of home
I search for a match to light the smoggy dome

The light it flickers so and casts dancing shadows
Upon the vacant walls
I suppose this does because the candle lifts and falls
With suspicious wonder how
When there is little air not even on my brow

...To be continued

4 comments:

Sheila said...

This sounds quite supernatural, I'm intrigued now Annabelle...
Doors always invite us in, but what will we find here...?

Gill said...

Is there no end to your writing talents?
More! I am intrigued. You paint a vivid and mysterious picture here Annabelle.
Encore!!!!!!!!

savvycityfarmer said...

Just when I thought you'd covered all poetic territory.....

xoxoxoxoxo

Jeanne said...

I love all that you post my sweet friend.
Love Jeanne ^j^

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