
Behind
That small red door
Lie my passions and dreams
Whims and fancies, I’ll share
With you…

Behind
That small red door
Lie my passions and dreams
Whims and fancies, I’ll share
With you…
The Prompt for this poem was to take a domestic situation and relate to a surreal vs real scenario. Had a bit of writer’s block today but here we go:

These words
Once ripe-
Bursting for you
Now washed out
Hang limp
Pegged and dry
Ready to fold away
Nothing left to say
Cinderella is home
Her prince has gone astray
As I prepared another load
I recalled the princess and the toad….