Saturday 7 May 2011

Front Door Window

                                                                                                              

Coloured Stained Glass Window with lead trimming, from Font Door.60cm
by 40cm.


Front Door Window

Your front door with the window remembers,
Remembers the hand that pushed it open.
Why is it the grate of your daily embers?
The plug that stops the gurgling water when
Torrents flood tsunamic worries each day.
You lean your dreams and future against it,
Carrying woodworm to gnaw heart's dismay.
No reek of damp, but confrontation stains,
CLOSED SHUT! It severs the tail of the day.

Turn the handle. Locked. Safe. In from the out,
Peace, calm, let the robotic key unwind.
Kick sore boots off, loudly whisper the shout,
An inner peace; an inner world to find.
Your life opens. Closes again, again.
Like that front door with the window pane.

A sonnet I wrote in March, 2011.

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