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Cellar

He forgot to padlock the cellar door Perhaps now I can discover What it is he does below our kitchen floor That he keeps secret from my mother. I flick the switch but find no light That just inflames this kittens curiosity So I descend the stairs into the dead of night Now lurking far below me . A spider scurries across my hand Then I hear the scurrying of mice Too late for screams, I've played my hand If I lose I pay the price. I feel around the cellar wall My eyes desperate to adjust Longing to hear my mother call but continue on I must. Wait! Wait! what is this? Another switch I've found Light flickers in this dark abyss I hear my own heart pound. that step ladder should not be there What are you hiding dad? I want to look but do I dare Its then I see that I've been had. Devilish faces jump out at me I scream and turn to run Then I hear them laughing hysterically and there stood dad with mum. Poem inspired by viewing a painting by Stephanie Deshpande entitled , ''Exploring the cellar ''

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Date: 2/26/2014 9:38:00 PM
Darren, a late congrats! Well, Stephanie Deshpande has blogged about this contest and on her page, she has added links to the winning poems! How wonderful is this? Literary art and visual art complimenting each other and supporting all creative efforts! http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/contemporary-free-rhyme-poetry-contest/ If interested, you may also drop by my blog, as well. Cheers!
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Date: 2/16/2014 10:07:00 PM
Fantastic write!
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Date: 2/4/2014 3:39:00 PM
hahaha. I love how you made it funny at the end. GREAT read!!
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Darren Watson
Date: 2/5/2014 6:09:00 AM
I was getting scared myself . lol There are enough horror stories in this world without me adding to them.

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