Mediterranean lamp light,
Hookah smoke,
Lung bite,


Eight Steps


The dark doorway beckons,
The eight steps call,
Planters cast in greenery,
To soften castles call.

Mediterranean lamp light,
Hookah smoke,
Lung bite,
Twice boxed coffee
Strong.

Dryness in the air
Dark doorway doesn't care
Calling, calling me in.
Up the eight steps and then...
Dark door wins,
It takes me in.




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 16:09

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Zoya Zaidi
Intriguing writing!
So, the dark doorway did suck you in?
How was your experience inside the doorway?
Dark?
Scary?
Exciting?
Exhilarating?
Or Spine-chilling?
Would love to know,
What happened once you went in?

(((Hugs for the mysterious write)))
Love, Zoya
2007-03-22