Doors / Poem by Lily Swarn

 
Poem by Lily Swarn
 
 
Doors
 
Ancient doors with intriguing sagas gleaming on brass doorknobs
Heartbreaks fossilised on chipped chinar leaves carved by deft hands
Oak wood gnarled with waiting for that one knock
Peeling layer by layer with each cruel winter
Or that walnut door ageing agonisedly
As the leaves fall in whimsical coral heaps
I dare not push them open
Once ajar ,they have the power to spill rivulets of pain
 
Copyright Lily Swarn 4.12.2021

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