open me
Don't hide behind the shutters.
On a windowsill
adrift
peeping
windless
the storm came across
a subordinate clause
with keyholes around its waist
Don't sneak behind shutters:
the window glass, the pane
the pane, the glass, the square,
the square, the pane, the square
If you wish to see me
also view
my shadow
my reflection
and
enter my outline
under clean sheets
Don't lurk behind the shutters.
By the gable
at the doorframe
on a rusty nail
you'll find the key
Open me.
Nordsaga 2008
Poetry by Nordsaga
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Written on 2008-11-16 at 10:55
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