“It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings The dog poked its head beyond the threshold of the glass windows and wood of the front door …
Splatter: A Poem
I painted the door nicked, splattered and haphazard.
I opened the chaos, found a room made of black shapes.
I tripped on a shadow stretched across the floor, beamed
with yellow still trickling, out the rectangular frame behind.
I found a torch and searched the room. Watched, as shapes
danced in pair with shadows on the walls. In the door of this house.