Written for Poets United Midweek Motif~The Door
“Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.”—e.e.cummings
Thick wooden door is barred with iron.
She wonders why she’s invited.
In front of her stands lion-
headed knocker. She raps.
Tall, gaunt man answers.
She steps inside,
door slams shut
Nice to have
a guest again,
says her host, a ghost.
She screams, bangs on locked door.
Where is my uncle? she asks.
Gaunt giant and ghost-host cackle,
This way dear, we saved room in the pot.