Backdoors

Mary Peters



In the vertigo of

the bright Dawn

burning

her marrow as incense

at the temple of the day –

without fail –

 

shivering

with hollow sounds,

groaning

with hoarse sighs,

you opened,

Backdoor,

 

for the scorching sun

to spread to all

for it had to live –

without fail –  

as if that suffices at all.

  • Author: Mary Peters (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 21st, 2021 15:57
  • Category: Surrealist
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  • FredPeyer

    Welcome to MPS, Mary. You do have a beautiful way with words.

    • Mary Peters

      Thank you for the warm welcome, FredPeyer!

    • TS

      It will live as so shall you

    • Goldfinch60

      Good words Mary.

      Welcome to MPS.



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