A door ajar
A gust of wind
A fragrance floats
My canvas quivers
Hands not shaking
Air pregnant with
Hints of your
Imminent arrival
My heart pounds
My canvas quivers
Tag: door
Door closed for the last time
‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats
The door closed for the last time
The old occupant had left
No light will be shining today
The hushed voices, furtive exchanges
Business transacted in darkness
Comings and goings at odd hours
Night owls were they
All will cease momentarily
Resistance was futile
Free will broken and subdued
Tears ran dry long ago
Scant cover of modesty
Snatched and thrown away
Colorful dresses just an allure
Before being routinely disrobed
First time the door slammed shut
Rainbow had vanished
Somewhere over the roof
Sky hidden by darkness
No rainbows shined today
Under cover of the whitesheet
Closed eyes could not see
Tears running down from the sky
Perhaps appropriately
Last journey under a
Canopy of dark clouds
A life lived hiding
Behind closed doors
Dim lights unable to lift
Perpetual veil of darkness
Left that all behind
On a starless night
None left to weep
Behind closed doors, mourners
Busy selling their wares
They have to survive
Till their call comes
Somewhere a new occupant
Being prepared
To satisfy animal lust
The door will open soon
For innocence to be lost forever
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seventeen
Fleeting Muse 