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When you go to the door
Write a name on the sill
See a face on the wind outside
Think of the sender who was
Tipping the ink to spill,
When gravity plays tricks and laughs
Running chills through dancing leaves
Speaking in some other language
You know what you hear is not now
Yet it is, yet again here once more
When you go to the door..




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-11-27 at 10:18

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An intriguing piece from Yhe Salon, with a hint of magic! I like the suggestion of spell casting and generally the theme of otherness that runs, or dances, throughout. Applause!
2013-12-02



Suggestions and ethereal imagery comes when reading your poems, difficult to make concrete images come to mind, but all the better for, for it leaves much to the reader's imagination, which is good. Poetry is a game of suggestions.
2013-11-30