Below is the poem entitled Behind the North Room Door which was written by poet
Muzzey. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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A chill drifted past the staircase
lingered then dissipated;
while the rustic oil lamp flickered,
hesitating to die.
Gasping to calm emotions, before
feelings of faint overpower wit.
A continuous bumping in the lulling
darkness sends an anxious heart racing,
with a pulsating echo in the still night.
Shadows appear in the faint light,
jutting sporadically, lunging in a haze
Closed eyes make visions vanish; only
for a suspended moment.
To glimpse the whisper from the north room;
would satisfy curiosity; possibly.
With humidity high and gelid, no one
dare enter the isolated space.
A heavy stomping, something sliding
from behind the closet door.
A sudden moan like a lost whale in a
Like a dying breath gasping, something
pawing, clawing; then no more.
In the murky, dank midst of solemn
surroundings, solitude submits; flinging
the door open.
Shall defiance capture fears remotely
of the unknown, driving consternations
Take a step, feel the anticipation of pure
Enter at will, obscurity awaits dreadful
clandestine to the weary.
The oil light dances and dies leaving the
north room door ajar.
Copyright © 2006 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Eighth Place Winner ~ "Your deepest darkest poem” Poetry Contest
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March 22, 2013