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Slipping through the willow curtain Easing among the leafy overhang Green sheltering cloak that sways With an invitation to be my guest I pass through, broaden my peripheral vision Turn my cheek and my eyes lock Pulled toward fierce or friendly Mottled door, camouflaged grey as a stone I swivel to listen before leather soles Respond and move me without guard I feel fear, uncertain to obey my instinct Ruining the scene for the ticket holder The choice it seems is taken from me Though temporal, the entrance hides...it is coy The gatehouse of resistance clangs Its repertoire stumbles but my vision Knows its route....the pathway falls away And unwillingness encircles me like a bear hug I cannot turn or go back, the door makes way To tumbling steps gaining their advantage Driven pathway recedes and I stalk the Shadowy shapes that spill out to paralyse Locking me to the wall Solid and comforting yet stalling The dreaded moment of choice Invites its gangsters to dine with me The here and now overwhelming Its clues forlorn and disadvantaged Rounding the dark corner of courage I strengthen my resolve, and Claim the light I so desire It throws open a vivid saffron Vibrant colour penetrates, seeping into me I wade through this maze of superb Splendour and I am feathered to the ground. Book in hand … I gaze toward the..... Willow Curtain
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Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
Willow Curtain
Slipping through the willow curtain Easing among the leafy overhang Green sheltering cloak that sways With an invitation to be my guest I pass through, broaden my peripheral vision Turn my cheek and my eyes lock Pulled toward fierce or friendly Mottled door, camouflaged grey as a stone I swivel to listen before leather soles Respond and move me without guard I feel fear, uncertain to obey my instinct Ruining the scene for the ticket holder The choice it seems is taken from me Though temporal, the entrance hides...it is coy The gatehouse of resistance clangs Its repertoire stumbles but my vision Knows its route....the pathway falls away And unwillingness encircles me like a bear hug I cannot turn or go back, the door makes way To tumbling steps gaining their advantage Driven pathway recedes and I stalk the Shadowy shapes that spill out to paralyse Locking me to the wall Solid and comforting yet stalling The dreaded moment of choice Invites its gangsters to dine with me The here and now overwhelming Its clues forlorn and disadvantaged Rounding the dark corner of courage I strengthen my resolve, and Claim the light I so desire It throws open a vivid saffron Vibrant colour penetrates, seeping into me I wade through this maze of superb Splendour and I am feathered to the ground. Book in hand … I gaze toward the..... Willow Curtain
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Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
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