The Door

One Stop Poetry Challenge – the Photography of Fee Easton(Click to read interview and to credit photographer.)

The Door
Rusted metal

Arrested function

Pistons heat frozen

Viscosity
Erected long ago
Sluggish
Remembrance

Fleck
Fire
Flame
Into form
Blazoned
Hot breath
Shimmering through
Old creases

Drop
Moist
The old man’s eye
Trained, placed against that old tree

Settle back
Creaky chair by the porch
Gazing

At the door

–elisabeth connelley


~ by Elisa on July 28, 2011.

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