The Door of Death / Poem by Lily Swarn

 
Poem by Lily Swarn
 
 
The Door of Death
 
The most mysterious of all doors
The door of Death.
 
One never knows which one opens to the other side
 
Is it the teak one with maple leaves carved in a sprawling vine
 
Or the rickety old board with rusty hinges hanging loose
 
It might be the bamboo woven screen
Dancing and lurching in the storm
 
The paint peeling black iron door
Sturdy enough to keep out thieves
 
Ah ! It could be this inviting red dragon one
Opened ajar by nubile nymphets
 
The door of death gives away no clues
It gobbles you in with its crocodile jaws
 
And whisks you away to the nether world
Silently on well cushioned shoes
 
Copyright Lily Swarn 18.2.2020

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