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I don’t know
where this will lead.
Greener pastures?
Someplace magical?
With the sky for a ceiling
who knows how far we can go?
If you’re late,
I’ll light the lantern
by the door.
But if you join me now,
we can see our flaws
in daylight,
the only secrets
our lips will tell—
and told
to get us here,
entwined,
palms pressed
to our outside truths,
our hidden shame
locked inside
other doors.
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For Doors
"With the sky for a ceiling
ReplyDeletewho knows how far we can go?" I don't know if "you" are werewolf or not, but I am rooting for you!
I love the lantern by the door and, even more, meeting in daylight to see each other plain. A wonderful response to the prompt!!
ReplyDeleteI love the sense of story gently hinted at in these tender words - Jae
ReplyDeleteMay greener pastures and some place magical be in the mind and the journey be longer. An intriguing poem. Love the title.
ReplyDeleteyes this is very intriguing - well written and well observed.
ReplyDeleteMy feeling is that basically good people tend to think themselves werewolves when in fact it's just a bad hair day (night?) while basically messed-up people think they're runway models when under the skin they're Godzilla.
ReplyDeleteThis poem definitely has a sense of mystery to it! But I am trying to figure out the werewolf aspect. I am wondering what the hidden shame involves. As I said, lots of captivating mystery.
ReplyDelete"Werewolves" is a metaphor. We all have things we hide, things we are ashamed of, even from those with whom we are intimate. The secrets we tell we choose carefully, leading to a level of intimacy, but out of fear of rejection, deep shame, or self-preservation, etc., we keep some things about ourselves hidden, at least for a while.
DeleteThanks for the explanation, Jennifer.
DeleteThe invitation to love, to expose ourselves as far as we can, is so beautifully expressed here, Jen. "... who knows how far we can go?" echoes throughout the poem and to such good effect, leading us where we began, wondering and yearning, but ultimately loving in spite of "werewolf" secrets withheld. Love this poem!
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