Hello!
The kids have been teaching me card games; and playing with dinosaurs, dragons and blocks. There have been some good stories coming out of their endeavours. I’ve mostly been called upon to be their referee and photographer.
I have also had red wine and yesterday’s chocolate cake, so life is all good with me!
Maybe the tipsy writers I was talking about the other day were onto something?! The poem seemed to flow pretty easily tonight…
There is, however, something sinister going on in this one; and I hope the speaker manages to get help ok…
Door Wacky Impossible Curtain Calculating Wistful Actor Tranquil Nonchalant
As I chapped on the door
I had no idea
This would be.
It was impossible
To predict just then
The insane curtain you
Gather round.
Cloaking your intent/
Calculating mind.
The wistful me, sucked in.
Advantage: yours.
Such a pro actor, you.
Every tranquil thought
Of mine: shattered on sight.
Swept up, hidden.
Appearing nonchalant
When in truth a plan,
Meticulously hatched,
Is in full swing…
See what I mean?!
I can only see a woman standing at a blue door, and then shadowy images of a blurry person moving inside around her, later in the poem.
What do you think has happened? Is it a man she is speaking about? Is it a relationship, or is she much younger than him and he’s kidnapped her?
Is it another woman holding the one at the door captive? A strange kind of suffocating friendship – or an affair?
What did you get from the poem…please let me know in the comments 😉
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April 21st, 2017 at 9:41 pm
Blind date jitters, perhaps?
April 22nd, 2017 at 4:24 pm
Interesting! Do you think the woman at the door is just writing it all in her head, and none of the bad stuff has actually happened?