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(copyright Michael Hafftka)
Link: http://www.hafftka.com/
DOORWAYS
One way to go in
one way to go out
both narrow.
The door stands ajar
the exit way
angels point
at the clock
over the doorway
fiends block the way
an archangel appears
from the clockface
the devil
gathers his army
too late
my angel
gives a deadly injection
for new life
to help me leave
quicker by the doorway
which narrows
to just my size
and I push the door open
with a slow sigh.
AERONWY THOMAS
(copyright Yuri Kabisher)
Links: http://www.iyart.com/yuri/index.htm
http://moca.virtual.museum/autogallery/autogallery_kabisher/
THE DOOR
I can see the door
the other side of the room
it is not the one
I entered from
but it is the door
I have to leave by
it is made from oak
and as I walk
towards it
I note there’s
a brass handle
to pull down
in order to leave
the room with
two doors
and many windows
with views
of garden
and hills beyond
walkers like ants
dot the landscape
I can see all this
as I approach
very slowly
the door marked exit
in letters
of polished brass
I hadn’t noticed before
where I bend
ready to peer
through the keyhole
in every window
faces
appear
unfriendly
warning
not to look
through the door
so I stand
hesitant
until they disappear
and the walkers
are there once more
I see them
through the windows
and want to join them
so pull down
the handle
and the heavy door
swings back
I step through
in the hope
that the garden
and the hills
glimpsed through
the glass
will still be there
the other side
of the door
AERONWY THOMAS
(copyright Adriana Cruz)
Link: http://www.artbreak.com/work/show/643480-the-beauty-of-paris–2010-professora-adriana-cruz
STREETLAMP
We look to the past
When the light shone brighter
When days were sun filled
And after dark
We loitered hand in hand
Under its yellow beam
Your summer dress picked out
Your face lit
In mysterious tones
As we cuddled together
Afire
Under the street lamp.
We struggle to remember
Its warm glow
Its elegant form
While the sharp lights
Where we take
Our evening stroll
These winter nights
Are so bright
Fail to flatter
Your hard-won lines
Your worried frown
Oh for the street lamp
When life was just begun
And I kissed you, my love,
Under its subtle rays
AERONWY THOMAS
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