Jogging down the woodland
to the cackling of dried leaves-#static
you checked in your tracks
on the threshold of a silver & rose-gold
#dusk, like a squirrel pauses
#breathless between all that nibbling.
Stretching, cracking those #knuckles,
you felt the #latch, and finding it
open, recoiled.
Was it a shock? Was dusk’s #velvet
sheen electro-#static?
“You touched the frame like it might
bleed”, like you would
disturb #grief lying #static in its sleep.
- C. Oulens
#PoemsAbout #thresholds
For Prompt1: The Room You Refused to Enter
line from the prompt: “You touched the frame like it might bleed.”
Poetic device: repetition to create tension.
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