A four quatrain ‘pantoum’ poem
A door to another world and my heart races,
glimpses of the past are locked- bolts tight;
Framed, a body moves its senses,
fast-hinged resistant to the night.
Glimpses of the past are locked- bolts tight
the wardrobe world sets childish pace,
fast-hinged resistant to night,
the door, BEWARE! my child, make haste!
The wardrobe world sets childish pace,
a place sweet elders seldom see;
the door, BEWARE! my child make haste,
swing wide your innocence, unbolt and flee.
The wardrobe world sets childish pace,
a door to another world and my heart races;
the door, BEWARE! my child, make haste,
framed a body moves its senses.