Every once in a while
there’s a knock on the cottage door
like raindrops falling horizontally
& you have to put on your shoes
& you have to set off down the dark path.
You pull on your raincoat;
a sense of something resolute.
You’ve walked the path before
but still, it’s new.
Into the woods
strewn with leaves from autumn’s party;
branches bare after the revels.
Still, you can’t see
through the gaps in the trees
because you don’t really want to
& then there’s the villain,
the monster that waits off the path;
the one you will conquer,
but at what cost?
Meet the one who wants to save you,
over & over; infinite.
But ever after is too long
to be dispensed
of in just a sentence.
What then?
We can’t go back in time again.
I’m not the girl
who used to dwell
behind the cottage door,
waiting for you to knock once more
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An interesting read 🙂 nobody wants to be scared
Thank you. We often think that because we're older & wiser, we won't make the same mistakes. But we do; it's just this time, we know we're making them 🖤
Sometimes we get into habits which can be difficult to break ... I guess it’s something we can’t always help ... maybe with the right support we can change
Maybe... but some mistakes are just too delicious not to make 😉❤️
really well written, loved the way you layered your images and metaphors so they compliment and add nuanced depth to your meaningful words,
while still insuring, your reader can relate and interpret this poem in so many diverse ways, really clever!
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thank you my dear ❤️
Very nice. Your work is inspiring. I enjoy your reality of love and the fragility of its wavering surface.
Thank you.
Ah thank you - you are so very kind & generous. I love your poems
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