Thursday, 15 August 2013

The Door ( trial run of Verse First challenge)

Cries behind the locked door
Frantically appealing
As if the universe is ending
How will we survive
Will there be food for baby's supper?
Scratching your door for dear life
Starvation beckons: It is do or die
Life bleeding out in the silence
Are you dying too? I will rescue you
Claw-marks in the wood grain
Kittycat o fat fluffy kittycat
Didn't you just eat a tuna dinner
Before we called it a night?
The door creaks open in surrender

-Anne V


Poet United's writing challenge: Verse First ~ Edit to Elevate
This is a new poem that I tried out specifically for the writing challenge on Poet's United today, i.e. edit to elevate the mundane into something artistic, thus I wrote about my bedroom door.  :)


2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this! The animals at my house are demanding too - because they are so well treated! This is really whimsical.

Anne Viva (Anne The Obscure) said...

heheh, yes indeed, something all kindred people with furry family members can identify with immediately. :)

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