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What is Poetry?

an open door to a darkened room 

giving  no sense of space, or

danger beyond

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gingerly edging towards 

the switch to illuminate – will shadows

reveal rumpled rugs

***

menacing mice  hidden in crevices or are 

Haversham webs dangling from chandeliers 

waiting to capture, to drain life blood?

*** 

you are all the 

juicy bits

in the right  order

Author:

Mother, daughter, friend, teacher. 12 hour work-related days were common. Carving out a new routine. Amateur writer.

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