Behind Closed Doors
#4 of Poetry
A poem I wrote in university for my course. I am not the best poet, but I hope you enjoy reading what I share.
I was short a submission to post today, sorry!
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors you will see the woollen scarf unravelling, at both ends, the spider re-spinning his defeated home and, above all, the sideways chair, stood prone.
The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank notebook poised at page one, and the novel propped open, halfway through, beside the empty drinking glass, few drops remaining: light spilling in, bold as brass.
This cottage flowerbed overcome by weeds, ground laid to waste, waves solemnly through the misted window, as a single speck of dust settles on the chocolate foil, drifting near the paper bin, almost posed to find. But no: she is gone. The book falls closed.