Black Ironhorse – Red Door

The silence of the eerie foggy night,
broken by the huff-puff-chug,
the big black ironhorse emerging.
Like a fire breathing demon in the dark night.

In one black carriage, a blood red door,
without a handle, closed smug,
through it’s window lurid light surging.
Drawing the watcher’s eyes to the menacing door.

As the mechanical beast comes to a screeching, wailing stop,
the waiting travellers shiver and hug,
longing for their warm firesides reemerging.
One girl bursts into tears, unable to stop.

The blood red door swings open on silent hinges,
a dark wizard appears looking smug,
crooked finger pointing in the crying girl unerring.
Now their fate on the courage of a girl hinges.

–  Scoundrel! she says starting her marvellous electric torch light,
your magic is only smoke and mirrors humbug,
you rule by fear and folklore merging.
You keep to the dark because your power can’t stand the test of wit or harsh daylight.


Written for Poetics – Exploring the realm of Minimalist Photography at dVerse, where Saana asks us to choose one of twelve photos with accompanied poetic prose line and write a poem.

I chose the ninth picture which comes with this line;

 The Red Door:

“The imposing red door towered above me, and it had no handle, opening only from the inside.”

The source of both photo and line is Glenn at SOUTH SOUND MINIMALIST PHOTOS, a site I enjoy immensely and which have made me look differently on things, realising even small details can make a thought evoking scene.

This poem went a totally different direction than I first thought, ending up another story in poem form. But I’ve learned to follow where the muse takes me. :-)

The rhyme scheme is AbcA, DbcD, EbcE, FbcF, GbcG, where the capital letters indicate the same word repeating.

When opportunity comes to call

When opportunity comes to call
Will you be willing to risk it all
Will you dare to take a chance
Allow yourself and your deepest dreams a whirlwind romance

When opportunity comes to call
Will you risk to stumble and fall
Will you dare to make a choice
Allow yourself to follow your inner passion’s voice

When opportunity comes to call
Will you risk receiving the windfall
Will you dare to aim for a dream
Allow yourself to live, for a time, in an uncertain in between


Inspired by Poetics: Take a risk! at dVerse and the thoughts running around in my mind.

Those Aren’t Mountains, Those Are Waves

Those aren’t mountains, those are waves.
Waves of passion and devotion.
Waves of unacknowledged emotions.

Those aren’t bruised storm clouds, those are pent up emotions.
Emotions of loneliness and sorrow.
Emotions of creativity boiling in the marrow.

Those aren’t broken bones, those are shattered dreams.
Dreams of trust and love.
Dreams of lust and desire.

Those aren’t fires, those are raging desires.
Desires of body and soul.
Desires of feeling connection and being whole.

Those aren’t shattered pieces, those are parts of a whole.
A whole containing shadows and lights.
A whole of days and nights.


Written for tonight’s Poetics: “Go Ahead, Make My Day” at dVerse. Where Mish gives us a bevy of movie quotes to choose from and incorporate into a poem of any style. I started more than one draft, but in the end the best one came from a movie I haven’t seen. But now I think I’ll have too. 

“Those aren’t mountains, those are waves.”

Interstellar, 2014

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